Texting furball
Yo. Wussup.
Furball
Yo. You got problems.
Whachu doing?
Furball
Tryna get my friend off my back
Why?
Furball
She's suddenly stalking me.
She must be annoying.
Furball
You cant say that.
Why not?
Furball
Cuz you dating her.
So whats ur name?
Furball
You dont needa know.
I know, but i wanna.
Furball
Tell me yours first.
You already know it!
Furball
And how would you know that i know.
Cuz u know ur friend and u know the name of the person who is dating her.Furball
True dat.
Name.Furball
I'll pass.Please. Pretty please with whatever u like on top.
Furball
Nope.Plz.
Furball
I'll pass.I'm begging right now. Plz. Plz
Furball
Nah, its fineNo. Its not fine.
Furball
Ill tell u when chicken nuggest can fly. And ill tell u now that it aint ever gonna happenOh surrrrrrrreeeeeeee.
Furball
Im seriousWell so aunt i
*amFurball
So. Aunt I. Can u tell me a story?Lay off, bruh.
Furball
Wasnt even on u to begin with.Name.
Furball
U first.Fine.
Furball
Come on. Im waiting.Michael.
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Calls From The Toilet [DISCONTINUED]
Short StoryIn 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]