The very next year (after the bedroom joke), my friend L called J on my landline while I was on the cordless. She told him that she got his phone number off the wall of a restroom stall in a local nightclub. She loved the poem that went with it and wanted to know if it was true:
Roses are red
Violets are blue
J's got it, and girl...
Is it HUGE!
She talked with him for about a 1/2 hour but was running out of ways to string him along (and she was thirsty). I motioned that I would take over, so she told him her roommate, CC, had just come home and asked, "Do you want to talk to her?" Of course he did! So I started talking while L got something to drink.
Keep in mind, I'd known J for about 8 years at this point...
Me: Hi J, it's CC.
He: Hey, I have a friend named CC!
Me: Yeah, I know. I'm CC.
He: You said that already. Coincidence, hunh?
Me: Not really, J...it's me! CC.
He (getting irritated): I get it already, your name is CC.
L (back on the phone) was laughing so hard that she was choking on her O.J. and had to run to the bathroom.
J finally caught on and
That's me!
You are so funny! That's totally the kind of stuff I used to do!
ReplyDeleteThat's funny! Me thinks J is an idiot too!
ReplyDeleteMaybe not an idiot, but a little slow on the uptake. LOL!
ReplyDeleteWhen the lightbulb when off, could you actually here the "pop" in his brain?
ReplyDeleteRemind me to NEVER let you play a joke on me. That was a good one though.
ReplyDeleteYeah, peeps have to watch themselves with you! You a tricky girl.
ReplyDeleteHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!
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