LockedSo i was making out with my honey-boo bear, When out of nowhere my phone cock-blocked me.
"Goddamn it all" i muttered to myself.
My wife must have heard me, as she commented on the situation.
"Do you know who it is?" she asked
"No but i'm about to find out"
So pulling my phone from my pocket without hesitation; i found out who it was.
It was a unknown number, but still if you decide to wake me up in the middle of the night, expect a shit-storm.
"Hello Clayton, residence?"
My voice seemed to fade into the void, then pulling it up out of the abyss the caller replied.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO MY DAUGHTER?".
The noise startled my wife, and deafened my ear.
"Who was it?" my wife made perplexed my the sudden noise.
"I … I don't know who it is, he said something about, Me doing something with you"
My gf recoiled backwards.
"Who was it" she demanded a answer, muffled by the pillows cuddling her.
"If i had to say, i would say your father".
A cold-sweat striked her.
"but … my father is dead"
I felt a cold-sweat flow down my spine, this couldn't be.
'But james Who was phone?"
That was the same thing i was thinking, i thought as i snuggled by her in bed.
Nobody Is As Ready For Pillowy Mounds Of Mashed Potatoes As Uncle Phil
