Friday night...
I'm all alone.
Working....
And my old cell phone keeps ringing. Only three people in the entire world have that number: It is the Siegfried ultra quiet emergency cell phone. It rarely rings - last time it rang was August 9th....and that, I believe, was an @$$ dial.
Well..it's been ringing off the hook all night tonight.
Some drunk ol' guy keeps calling and texting...
Looking for a booty call
with some chick named Barbie.
I'm not Barbie.
He doesn't believe me.
I have his name.
I have his number.
I am soooo tempted to flirt with him, get him riled up and promise to send my photo.
Does anyone know where I can get a photo of a naked man with a beard?
That ought to turn him off!
Cheers!
Siegfred
Okay, I guess I can just turn off my old phone. There is no sense in traumatizing a young man. There really is no sport in that.
Sigh...
I'm pretending to be everything the gossips in my life say I am in the hopes that I can create some kind of believable fictional character. The things I write about are based on the gossip and some of my life experiences. After five years, the only thing I've learned from this experience is that I can be quite the Trickster....thus the name of the blog. Love ya!
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