Posted on December 4th, 2007 by Colin
So I’m sure some of you have lost your phone before. And doesn’t it suck rebuilding your phonebook? Right, you guys?
So, there’s this total fag hag I know? who sometimes appears on this site as Eeez? And she’s totes one of my besties. But she sent me her number through MySpace instead of email, and so I forgot to enter it into my phone immediately. And here’s where the inside-joke style hilarity begins. Strangers of the internet, get ready to be in the know with our totally awesome inside joke.
So I totally missed a call from her when I still didn’t have her number. Enter — One unknown number on my call log.
On Friday, I totally used the “call my phone so I can save your number” move at the bar so that I could get someone’s number. Enter — Second unkown number on my phone.
Except I couldn’t remember his name. I decided to label the number, for various reasons (also: because he actually is a), “Stripper.” Thing was… I labeled the wrong number.
Message from: Stripper
12/03/07
I just literally had to pinch myself and force myself to walk away from a 22 dollar jar of cognac laced german mustard. still considering going back.
Hilarious, right? Obvi, Eeez is now Stripper. 4 eva! LOL!!!1!!!
Shoot me in the head. now.
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December 4th, 2007 at 9:46 am
wait, what next? im all hopped up for some embarassing interaction where you proposition eeez or run into the stripper in real life and act as if you two have been phone-flirting for days.
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Fist Patrick reply on December 4, 2007:
The only real outcome here was Mustard Indecision ‘07