(I put cream cheese on everything, I put cream cheese on everything. No one can stop me. No one can STOP ME)


Alright, so this guy; he called me at like 10:46 at night. He was like high as shit. And... He's all like "Yo I'm looking for Steve". And I'm like "Dude, you got the wrong number". He called me like two times last week and earlier today too... And I'm like "Dude, y-you gotta, you gotta get this guy's number down. Either you like got the wrong number or you're just dialing the wrong number over and over again". And he's like "Ah man, I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry man", he's like apologizing for like a whole minute and I kinda feel bad cause he keeps on apologizing. And he's all like "Man you were probably busy like gettin your balls sucked or something". And I'm like "...Wheh?", and he's like "Yeah man, I-I'm so sorry, I-I didn't mean to interrupt. Make sure they like lick your balls n' stuff". And I'm like "Dude, I'm not g-" and he's like "Dude make sure that they like suck on your (suck on the) tip and like let it drip down and then they lick it off your balls". And then I'm like "Dude, I'm not gonna-", and then he's like "Dude, make sure they like, lick between the balls, like really get in". And I'm like "Dude, what the fuck are you going on about?" and he's all like "Make sure they like suck (no, like), one ball in the mouth with a ball in the hand"; And I'm-- and and that point I just hang up cause...cause what the fuck?

I don't know what Steve's missing out on though...