*calling EvilBunny*
“Hello?”
“Perverted grandma!!”
“Couldn't stay away now could you?”
“I'm calling you because you didn't give me a choice. And I don't want a perverted grandma stalking my sexy self.”
“You're very boring, you know? Especially since you're not constipated.”
“I feel so loved.”
“I know. People tend to feel that way around me.”
“Really, how?”
“Because I'm hot.”
“And I'm sexy. What's your point?”
“I really doubt you're that sexy. If you were, why don't you have a girlfriend by now?”
“Just because I don't have a girlfriend, doesn't mean I'm not sexy.”
“Well, I don't know how you look like, so I'm just using what I know to guess.”
“But you don't know anything about me.”
“Just my point.”
“What do you mean?”
“I don't know anything about you, so I can think whatever I want.”
“How do you look like anyways?”
“How do you look like?”
“I asked first!”
“And I asked second, so what?”
“So you have to answer me first ”
“Well, ladies first.”
“I don't see any ladies, or woman. Do you?”
“Of course you don't we talk over the phone, idiot.”
“Well I don't hear any woman, do you?”
“Well, females first. And I'm a female, unless you want to be the female.”
“Darn you, woman.”
“See! I'm a woman.”
“I can't see.”
“Right, I forgot you're blind.”
“You're such an evil bunny.”
“I know.”
“What's wrong with your family anyways?”
“What do you mean?”
“Dead grandpa, perverted grandma...what else?”
“Donkey brother and barbie sister.”
“Now answer me, how do you look like?”
“How do you?”
“How do you?”
“How do you?”
“You know I could keep going all day.”
“Same here, Big Orange Baboon.”
“I'm not Baby anymore?”
“Fortunately, no.”
“Come on, Bunny.”
“What!?”
“How do you look?”
“Why don't you answer me first, then I'll answer you.”
“Fine, woman.”
“Yay!”
“Brown hair, blue eyes. Hot.”
“Yaaaa...”
“That's it.”
“You suck at descriptions.”
“Really? Everyone else says I'm awesome.”
“Stupid you.”
“How do you look like?”
“...”
“Well...”
“...”
“Come on, you said you were hot. Oh my gosh! You're shy! It's not like you're ugly or anything.”
“...”
*call ended*
“I'm sorry.”
YOU ARE READING
Calls From The Toilet [DISCONTINUED]
Historia CortaIn which a girl gets dared to call a random number and that person on the other line happens to be a constipated boy. (Told through texts and messages with the occasional [kinda] actual chapters) [Start: June 23, 2017] [End: N/A]
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