Stupid Fun

I see how long I can telemarketers and shitty clients I rejected on the phone for. I pretend to have tinnitus, make them yell into the phone, I mistake them for an old long lost friend carry on conversations see if the play along. I pretend I recognize their name business and act like we negotiated about offers no where near what they can make a profit on and I'm ready to commit.

The real goal in telemarketers is finding out the specific native language and religion, then its fucking go time. How many times I can insult them by quietly or mispronouncing "sister fucker" in Hindi before they hang up? If there muzzies I make up lies stories and work them into the conversation, shooting "Haji" in the face in Iraq, tossing Mk67 fragmentation devices into open windows.
 
i caught myself putting glue on my palm just i can do this
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I have a pair of dice I occupy my hands with frequently, cupping my hands together and rolling them like I'm playing craps. I'm obligated to call it stupid because of how often my idiot butter fingers drop them or let them roll off and under my desk
 
Any time I grab a 16 oz water bottle I must flip it 360 degrees in the air and catch it as a flourish. I very rarely neglect this important ritual. I don't throw it high in the air, just enough to flip it all the way over and catch it again. If I'm holding it for a while I do this several times. I do it with tv remotes, my phone, anything vaguely in that shape with the weight distributed well.
 
I see how long I can telemarketers and shitty clients I rejected on the phone for.
The lady that had my number has debt on collection. For the last decade i've randomly been getting calls from collection agencies. It's a lot of fun to act unhinged and say obscene shit to some cuck waggie over the phone. They claim that they're going to report me to the police but nothing ever happens.
 
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