I'm Sorry. I don't have a phone.

2002-06-29 | 1:37 p.m.
So, on my infrequent Saturdays I like to sleep late and maybe crank one out then watch TV. What I don't like to do is answer the phone and talk to some asshole from MCI. My conversation this morning:

MCI Prick: Hi, Mr. (Girlfriend's last name)?

Rev: Um, no.

MCI Prick: Are you the man of the house?

Me: I guess so...

MCI Prick: This is Jason from MCI, I'd like to talk to you about..

Me: I'm sure you would.

MCI Prick: I'm sorry?

Me: You should be.

MCI Prick:I don't understand.

Me: Listen, how much money does your company spend on advertising? Don't you think I've seen some of it? Don't you think that if I wanted to talk to you I could call the 800 number your repeated ads have burned into my subconscience? Don't you think I might have more important things to do than listen to your pitch?

MCI Prick: What's more important than saving money?

Me: Well, how about jacking off, which is what I was doing when you called?

MCI Prick: Oh, um, sorry to disturb you. Have a nice day.

Me: Wait, I have a question!

MCI Prick: Yes?

ME: What are you wearing?

*CLICK*

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