I'm playing poker with my friends, when all of a sudden my phone rings. It's after 10PM, so I'm thinking it's the GF - and it is - what's up, Rocketman?
Fuck it, I gave the phone to Buttery Panda, who digs fielding these kinda calls
Somehow Rocketman has figured out a way to get his JamOn service with the "U Can't Touch This" voicemail to call my number, then connect to him, like I'm calling him - but whatever, I have my team of Ninjas on the case. And I'm just hoping that this fagut works the nightshift (lol at your "construction job", you sound like you couldn't hold my dick with a pulley); I hope he's not actually obsessed with me.
Happy Holidays, Rocketman. Find yourself some friends and make with the jolly. Get off my yule log.