So back around Thanksgiving time (2003), when it snowed for the first time, I was out drifting around corp parking lots at Midnight.
On my way home I see a new V6 accord with it's flashers on sitting on the side of the road next to this not-so-bad-to-look-at blonde.

I pull over and get the story, she lives 500ft from there and ran out of gas, thought she could make it, blah blah blonde...
I'm a nice guy, so I take her down to the gas station so that we can pick up some gas and get her rolling again.
Turns out she blew all her cash and doesn't get paid for another few days.

Fine, I give her 5 bucks and we roll out with the gas back up to her car.
We get the car running and warmed up, I drop her my card and tell her that if she needs anything to gimmie a call, as I live close by. We both depart and drive our separate directions.

I get to work the next day to find the anticipated "Thank you" voice mail and then notice that there are 3 more from her as well...

About a few days later I realize that this chick is completely F'ed in the head P S Y C H O!

I get calls at 2 or 3 am, sometimes 5 am, whenever she gets back from drinking. I don't answer anymore and normally get about 2-3 overflow voice mails. (system cuts her off, she calls back..)

[Note: I have never actualy called this chick and after the first 2 months of drunken ranting have stopped answering her calls.]

Below are some of the recent MP3's from the last 2 or so weeks.

Pay particular attention to #3 and #9.

There used to be much funnier "drink and dial" messages, but verizon finally deleted them on me for saving them for too long =(

it's you, isn't it circusfreak?

is it that obvious?

I had this Pilot lighter that I loved and it disappeared, and I HATE the color pink, I HATE it! My favorite color will always be light blue, that's my color. That's the only color that I will stand to be held up against. If anyone gives me anything pink I'll just rip it up into shreds, cuz I have never been fond of that ugly color...my color is light blue. Um, and even in Canada, even though this is my country too because my dad was born here, from Poland, he emigrated here it's just like the United States there's nothing here for me either. That's why I left the United States because nothing....everything that I like disappears. Nothing that I like is in the stores anymore, so I got the hell out. It's like "Why be here?" It's not even for me even though I was born in the nation's capitol, from a very excellent family, the best in the world.

what city did this happen in? i swear i know this girl.

what city did this happen in? i swear i know this girl.

Yeah I am definitely moving to the country because I can't deal with all the foreign people that are trying to control MY life and then I have no privacy to do SHIT and they're holding me back, and I can't be held back anymore because I'm about to scr... to ROAR you know! I'm like, I just really...the area there with all the fucking Arabs and the sluts and the whores and the whoever else in that fucking little town area and the shit. And then I have to deal with all these older people I'm competing with and then people shoving in my ass when I had my rental car that Oh I have a fucking BMW let's run over her.

Oh, yay, so they think THEY’RE so Goddamn, motherfucking… smart. They cut off my other phone line. Hahaha, like, “Oh, I’m so scared, oh, oh, oh, let’s go and hide, oh, oh.” Whatever, they’re reTARDED motherfucking pieces of shit. I will be the head… surgeon of, the United States, OF THE WOORRLLDD!! SWEAR to GOODDDD! All will hail to MEEEE!! Yes, they will. Cause I stand under God. Swear to God. (Acquacow chuckling) And now I have to do- to drink this fucking bullshit. White, red motherfucking blood as if I were a fucking vampire. Fuck them! Mm- only trying to make me look like a fucking moron, ‘cause they’re trying to get ahead. Fuck them. Fuck them to shit, take them out, fuck them. Shit, motherfucking piece of SHIT! Does it look like I give a shit? Look at my fucking clothes. I’m wearing clothes that are like, 10 sizes larger than me, even their size fucking 6. I’m wearing an Oxford shirt that says Polo on it, because I paid fucking a hundred dollars for it. Yes, I did. Cause I’m filthy rich. Yeah, I’m wearing the same clothes I wore the other day, and the other day before, ‘cause I didn’t bring luggage. “Oh, no, like, I’m such a pauper!”, “Oh, no, like, let’s treat her like shit!” “Oh, no! She can’t even get a guy!!” Fuck! Them.