Thursday, June 07, 2007

fu...

i just had an interesting experience... so i thought about it and realized the recockulousness of the situation.

every once in a while you may notice that you get a call from a private number. most of the time most people mostly ignore this and mostly move on... mostly. well, i decided, wtf... i might as well answer it since it amy be important or pertaining to something related to residency or what not. who knows?

well, such was not the case.

after a somewhat soft-spoken 'hello' by myself [b/c i am at a coffee shop right now [scooters!] to get some free wi-fi] the person at the other end asked 'is this garry'. since, as far as i know, i am such a 'garry', i said 'yes'. i then had to think about the next words that i was about to hear from this quasi-effeminate voice... 'fuc& you'... and then the click of hanging up.

at first i had to chuckle because it sounded like the most unthreatening 'fuc& you' i have ever heard since the voice sounded weak and barely manish... as if uttered from a semi-mature 6th grader. so how did a 6th grader get my phone number and dial it from a private line? at the same time, why would anyone want to get my number, confirm it is me and then in fact just give me a 'tail between the legs - fuc& you'? this alludes me at this point... but whomever it was, rest assured that he must not have had his testicles drop for one of two reasons... one being his sweet-hyper-adolescent-vagina-esque ['shave' if you will] voice and the other being the fact that he couldn't stick around to i.d. himself... not even falsly. i mean, if you have two testicles to mark you distinction as man, wouldn't you use them to stamp out who you are so the receiver of the 'teddy-bear fuc& you' would know from whom it concerns or what prompted this act of randamdiddlyness?
it seems to me that the phone is the foremost technological method [even besides email... because email has a return address you can find] of getting out of confrontation. which leads me to my belief that this guy's maleness was so far between his legs, from the front he looks like a girl and from the back he has a nubbin of a tail so as to look like he is likely crapping a pice of poop that looks stuck or has some pretty bad hemorrhoids.

well, if this person has the ability to get my number i hope that they get the opportunity to read my blog and put a name to that candyland voice. i, for one, would like to know who says 'fuc& you'. bring it on, i say... give me the rhyme [probably a nursery rhye] or reason....

alas... just thought it was funny... back to atls...

love [even the 'fuc& you' epicene individual],
g

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