*phone is answered*
"hello, this is the pizza place, how may i help you?"
"hi."
"hi?"
"i already said hi."
"ok....sowhat would you like to order?"
"pizza"
"............"
"i said i want pizza"
"um...yeah, ok, what kind?"
"mustard"
"mustard??"
"thats what i said isnt it?"
"ok.....would you like anything else on that?"
"duh, its a pizza"
"pepperoni?"
"no i said sausage!"
"what?"
"UGH."
"ok. how many would you like?"
"40."
"40.............?
ok, your total comes too 50 dollars.
where do you want the pizza's brought too?"
"my house."
"i know you want them....!
ugh nevermind, it should be ready in an hour.ill find your house myself"
"you dont know where i live"
"yeah?
so how would you know where my house is?"
"im psychic"
"really??
cool, are you one of those pizza strippers too?"
"..........no"
"dang. ok bring them to my house.Bye."
"but i dont know!........"
*phone is hung up*
 xXVanillaNinjaXx · Sun Sep 28, 2008 @ 06:18am · 1 Comments |
