Oh, my sweet Jesus. I just received a wrong number who mistook me for his friend, Terry. When I asked who it was, he said, "It's your foot massager". When I corrected his mistake, he asked if I had nice feet, and if my boyfriend massaged them, because he wanted to. I tried to fend him off with various comments, but I think everything I said intrigued him all that much more. Finally, I just had to thank him for his time and hang up.
How do these people find me? I don't even have to be on the clock for them to find me. According to Ariana, "That's what [I] get for being a vixen." Too bad, he had a cute voice.
How do these people find me? I don't even have to be on the clock for them to find me. According to Ariana, "That's what [I] get for being a vixen." Too bad, he had a cute voice.
Ridiculous.
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