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my days as a telemarketer 2002-02-24<>8:18 a.m. i am a shameless, shameless fool. "hi, is linda there?" i asked, as a telemarketer "uhh.. no shes not, can i take a message?" :::i hear the sounds of bass guitar:::: "there is no message, this is just a coutesy call... hey! youre playing bass!" "yes i am" "i play bass too!" i responded "oh really? you have a bass?" "yeah, shes red with a black pick guard and sooooo cute!" conversation continues until i eventually write his phone number down off of the computer screen. ha! i ended up calling him later. too bad he turned out to be a total fucking druggie loser... or else it would have beena cute scenerio to meet someone by. oh yeah, he lived in buffalo, ny. |