and now a word from...
-bim: 7:30 in the morning
-bim: SEVEN MOTHERFUCKIN’ THIRTY IN THE GOTTDAMN MORNING
-bim: WTF?!?!?!
-b: the phone rang; i had to get it
-bim: oh hell no he just did not..what do you mean you had to get it?! that’s why god invented fucking vox mail you shit!
-b: well it might have been important
-bim: might have been importa..honest to f’en zeus, who are you deluding you washed up cracker? who has EVER called you at seven motherfuckin’ thirty in the morning for ANYTHING. WHO? WHOOOOO?!?!?!
-b: ...
-bim: that’s what i thought you punkass pussy bitch. now take us back to bed before i do something rash like clock us out of this shit for good.