I had another interesting phone conversation yesterday that I thought I'd share with you guys.
Operator: Would you like to accept a collect call from Samantha from the State Penitentiary?
As much as I didn't want to, I hung up. I figured taking a collect call from prison might get me into trouble, and I can promise you that I know no one by the name of Samantha. I stared at the phone for minute, really wishing I could have answered it, but then went about my business.
Five minutes later, the call comes in again.
It was fate, obviously, so I said yes.
Me: Samantha! What did you do now? I have told you time and time again that you cannot prostitute yourself in this state.
Samantha: Who is this? Where is Mom?
Me: What do you mean? I am your mother.
Me: Oh my God. You are on drugs, aren't you. I knew it.
Samantha: I think I have the wrong number.
Me: That's not funny.
Samantha: I'm sorry, but I don't know you.
Me: That's a really stupid way to try to get out of trouble, Samantha. I am not bailing you out this time. I'm done.
Samantha: No, there is some sort of mix up.
Me: You really think I'm going to buy that?
That was fun.
Trivia time!!! Kind of an easy music question.
What rock star was trying to bite the head off a bat in concert when the bat decided to bite back?
First to answers correctly chooses who goes on the Giggle Button this week!