Phone rings at 4:30 am my time and who's on the other end but Mule .
Music blaring in the distance I get this .
Mule : Yo yo yo Mother Fucker what up ..
Balddee : Who the Fuck is this !?
Mule : It's M --to the U to the U to the L It 's Mule man .
Balddee : Man it's fucking 4 in the fucking Morning man what the fuck's wrong with you .
Mule : Hey man where the fuck are you Dog I'm at the K-fed listening party Harmon' s DOING THE ROBOT with Todd Dancer on the bar to Pooposow c'mon thru !!
Balddee : popo, what the, look man I'm going back to sleep man don't call me with this bullshit .
Mule : I'm sorry I'm a fucking idiot POPO ZOW !!!
Balddee : All right go drink some fucking coffee I 'm hanging up .
Suddenly Todd Dancer grabs the phone .
TD : BALLLDDEEE BITCH !! what UP !! .
Balddee : For Pete's sake Todd what the fuck do you want !!
TD : You love L.A ..duh duh duh oh oh YOU LOVE IT !
Balddee : Good night guys .
TD : Wait mother fucker don't hang up did I tell you I'm a Flaccid Penis .
And with that I hung up .
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The actual saddest part of all of this is I spent a good while contimplating what night this actually happened. When was I up until 6 in the morning. it happens everyonce and a while. So do drunk phone calls
Quit waking me up .
Those are the best kind of phone calls! I love it when my friends call me all wasted...that's months of material for making them feel like an ass.
I find it odd that no oe cares that they were at a K-Fed Cd party .
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