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: Heh heh heh HEYYYYYYYY! Guess who this is? Donna Bryson
] H... hello? Carl
: Haha, that's what your mom said. BEFORE I SHAVED HER BACK! Hahahhaaaa... yeah... no, actually, I did talk to your mom, and she said to call you. Donna Bryson
: Oh... okay, well... do you know what time it is? Carl
: Yeah, I keep the blinds closed, so it's kinda disorienting. But you know, I don't want the government in my business. Donna Bryson
: It's two in the morning. Carl
: Awww, it's my bedtime! C'mon, what happened to the Donna I remember? The one who KNEW how to party BACK IN '81?... Donna Bryson
: ...oh... yeah... you're... that guy... with... Carl
] Oh, come on... it's Carl! Class of '81! Donna Bryson
: Oh... okay... Carl
: Well, I wasn't there for long. That place was a scam! I left it in the dust. But enough about me, Donna... you, uh, still got that cleavage?...
[lovingly strokes her breasts on the yearbook page
: Heh heh heh heh... still, uh, SMUGGLING, UH, BALLOONS?... WHEREVER YOU GO?... heh heh heh heh... Where are you now? Carl
: [click, dial tone
[long, uncomfortable pause as he glances nervously down at Meatwad's dolls
: Yeah, well, uh, maybe you shouldn't, uh, BOOTY CALL ME when I've got guests here! Ohhhh, God, she is so horny for me. Alright, that's the last of the W's. There's a "Z" left but, ugh, got that unibrow... eh, screw it, look up Zambrano. Normally I wouldn't do a fat chick from the flag corps, but uh... IT IS A NEW ERA! Heh heh heh heh...
: ...of loneliness...
: ...Oh, God.