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Apparently Trish used to have my cell phone number. I don't know who Trish is or was, but I get voice messages and text messages intended for her. Like when her brother was in town for a couple of hours at a Denny's and wanted to see her. Apparently the brother really wanted to see her because he opted to spend the night in town and call her the next day. She never got the message though because I did, and that's how I know her name (and based on name I assume she's a she). Today I decided to respond to a text message.

ANONYMOUS OTHER: You cursed me. I'm stuck flying with the rabbit.

Hmmm... since I fly maybe this is someone I know but can't identify since I lost all my contacts when the last phone went byebye. Better find out if it's a real person or a Trish-fan.

ME IN REPLY: And who the hell are you?

AO replies, though he/she/it obviously hasn't answered the clue phone yet.

ANONYMOUS OTHER: I'm your pimp. Did u get to see your man in Orlando?

Hmmm... haven't been in Orlando in years and I sure as hell ain't got no man there! Despite any evidence to the contrary I'm completely partial to women. Soft curvy bouncy happy women! Clearly AO has his head up his ass with regard to who owns this phone number...

ME IN REPLY: Wrong number fool

Nanoseconds after sending that I got a third text message from AO. Is it wrong of me to read between the lines and think that AO was doing Trish and can't live without that particular pussy? Hope not, as that's my assessment of the situation. If I'm wrong it's just another expression of how shallow and simple I am, which is an aspect of me I try to not expose in public.

ANONYMOUS OTHER (who didn't read my reply before sending): I'm having a hard time looking at rabbit man w/out the weird visuals (slap slap)

ME IN REPLY: Retard

At this point AO has figured out what the deal is. Trish doesn't have this phone number any more. Some one else does: an asshole!

ANONYMOUS OTHER (after realizing the cluefone is ringing off the hook and finally answering it): Sorry

Yeah I'm sure. I'm sure you got one hand on your tiny little rapidly deflating prick and are extremely sorry you've got no way to find your precious little Trish.

I hope there are no other parts to this saga, but if so it'll give me something to blog about. Thanks Trish for living your life and leaving traces of it on my phone. Thanks AO for being such a