Answering machine messages

aim

New Member
My boyfriend's voicemail goes something like this:

Hey............................PAUSE.......................................this is Kevin, you got my voicemail.


If you aren't paying attention, it catches you off guard! It's quite funny. :lol:
 

MicBat

Well-Known Member
I have a friend of mine's that does something like that...

Hello?............. Hello?!............. Helloooooo??.... Come on, stop messing around....... HAHA!! Just kidding! Leave me a message.

The first time I did it, I was screaming into my cell phone thinking it was something with the connection! :lol:
 

mkt

When a paradise is lost go straight to Disney™
Premium Member
"Hi! This is Rob. I ate the mexican jalapeño bean chili dip, and I washed it down with a gallon of gin. I'll be in and out all day."
 

Woody13

New Member
"Hello. This is Rob's answering machine, Marvin, and I'm so depressed. I have 50,000 times the memory capacity of my owner, but all I get to do is answer the phone. Life. Don't talk to me about life. Just leave your name and number after the beep. Here comes the beep, how I hate that beep, it's so cheery sounding."


:)
 

PhotoDave219

Well-Known Member
Originally posted by Woody13
"Hello. This is Rob's answering machine, Marvin, and I'm so depressed. I have 50,000 times the memory capacity of my owner, but all I get to do is answer the phone. Life. Don't talk to me about life. Just leave your name and number after the beep. Here comes the beep, how I hate that beep, it's so cheery sounding."


:)

I'm sorry, that should have been 42 times. But i;m sorry, we must remove your post for an intergalatic off ramp...
 

Woody13

New Member
Alright Baggy! Me too! Excuse me, I have to go to the bathroom. I'll be right back. You are truly a frood and hoopy guy that knows where their towel is!
 

Woody13

New Member
Originally posted by Bagheera
Doesn't matter to me. I know where my towel is. :D

The Hitch Hiker's Guide to the Galaxy has a few things to say on the subject of towels.

A towel, it says, is about the most massively useful thing an interstellar hitch hiker can have. Partly it has great practical value — you can wrap it around you for warmth as you bound across the cold moons of Jaglan Beta; you can lie on it on the brilliant marble-sanded beaches of Santraginus V, inhaling the heady sea vapours; you can sleep under it beneath the stars which shine so redly on the desert world of Kakrafoon; use it to sail a mini raft down the slow heavy river Moth; wet it for use in hand-to-hand-combat; wrap it round your head to ward off noxious fumes or to avoid the gaze of the Ravenous Bugblatter Beast of Traal (a mindboggingly stupid animal, it assumes that if you can't see it, it can't see you — daft as a bush, but very ravenous); you can wave your towel in emergencies as a distress signal, and of course dry yourself off with it if it still seems to be clean enough.

More importantly, a towel has immense psychological value. For some reason, if a strag (strag: non-hitch hiker) discovers that a hitch hiker has his towel with him, he will automatically assume that he is also in possession of a toothbrush, face flannel, soap, tin of biscuits, flask, compass, map, ball of string, gnat spray, wet weather gear, space suit etc., etc. Furthermore, the strag will then happily lend the hitch hiker any of these or a dozen other items that the hitch hiker might accidentally have "lost". What the strag will think is that any man who can hitch the length and breadth of the galaxy, rough it, slum it, struggle against terrible odds, win through, and still knows where his towel is is clearly a man to be reckoned with.
 

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