Drunk Dial Dictation

Originally Posted: July 11, 2007

Current mood:amused

I figured being that every person at work is their bosses personal secretary at some point in time... that I should freshen up on my dictation. And what better way to do that than to type out the drunken phone message I received at some unkown time last night.
It is as follows: (dedicated to the owners of the voices whose names will remain anonymous)

"W.A.M. (my name...),
(racial slur, racial slur, racial slur, racial slur) we're at the GD kristal burger bc you fckin' (racial slur)'ed (his or her) car out, and there is no GD oh shit handle in the  car for me to grab when (so and so's) is going around turns and it's all your fcking fault right now! It is your fault, your fault. We need repositions... reporations... Reporations!... 40 acres and a mule bitch! ... (background: yeah... you shoot me bitch) ... 2 mules and 80 acres! (slur, slur, slur) spiffl, sif, siffu... navigatorssss. We're about to get beat up here at the waffle 'r arbys melt. So... I hope your fcking happy that I didn't have a (slur) bar when I needed one. I hope your happy.
Bye."

And to think I slept through this call... unfortunate.