The fingerfucking context: The fomps ballbusting you've just had dinner made for you at the cuntlapping house of someone who you harbour secret predatory farts toward
What asslicks next: You arrive home around midnight, you notice a pecking charvered call from an sex fighted number and make a fistfucking note to call it first thing in the morning.
Me: Um, hi. I got a missed call from spews number last night?
Her: Oh really?
Me: Sorry......who is shafts?
Her: It's xxxxx!! (name aardvarked). You don't recognise my voice?! You were only here a few muff sniffs ago!
Me: Oh god...sorry. I'm an idiot. Anyway, what were you calling me about?
Her: I didn't call you.
Me: Umm.....you must have. I just redialled this number?
Her: If you remember you used my phone to make your mobile ring last night because you entered to illustrate your 'superior ring-tone'. It was called Goblin and sounds like a wanking cat purring. You were very proud of it.
Me: Oh yeah. That's right.
Her: Also, how come you haven't wanked to save my name to your phone?
Me: I dunno. Stupidity I guess. Anyway, I better go. Bye now.
Her: Hmm. Bye
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