STOP CALLING MY HOUSE!

I don’t care who you think I am, you got the wrong damn number! I don’t care how you got my number, stop calling it! You couldn’t have gotten my shit from a chatline, because 1. I don’t do chatlines and 2. my shit is all local. I usually don’t put folks out on blast but that shit, calling my house seven times in 5 minutes, was not cute. So Anna, you retarded bridge troll, here’s your 5 minutes of Internet infamy.

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Wow…that is crazy. Just tell her that she has the wrong number and that you are not interested! Or, maybe this a a devine connection by God saying, “Here my son, this is your wife I prepared for thee.”

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Trust me, I did tell ‘Her’ all of that, but essentially I just stop answering the phone. I figured ‘she’ get tired hearing my voicemail message after awhile.

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