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Guys, I'm fucking DYING right now, holy shit. My fucking roommate just called his parents and it went like this bascially ver-fucking-batim.
>"Hi!"
> "Hey, Mom. Hi. It’s me."
> "I'm good, I'm good, thank you.
>"Work's been great, actually. Oh, uh, yeah, no, I got a couple of good gigs done recently, and another on the way, but I, uh…"
>"Yeah, no, yeah, I’m still waiting for only...only one of the paychecks to come through."
>"But that one wasn’t found by my agent, so they don’t get 20% from that one."
>"Yeah."
>"So, hey. Look."
>"You know how it’s almost Christmas time?"
>"Yeah, um, I was just wondering if you, y-you said you wanted to buy me a Christmas gift this year? Cause I don’t really ask for anything anymore, y'know."
>"Well, um... well, there’s this…there’s this, um, little thing I want actually, and…"
>"It’d look really good at my place. Yeah, really good, actually, and, uh, I think it’s something I’d really be down for you maybe buying. It’s…"
>"Well, I mean, it's a Godzilla toy, Mom, so..."
>"Ugh."
>"Oh, my God."
>"Mom, stop fuckin' laughing, please?"
>"And tell him to stop too! Yeah, I can hear him! Yeah, you're not on speaker over there, but I can hear him!"
>"Yes, I know. I KNOW. I'm an adult, I know, now will you just please—"
>"Yeah, Anonymous is good. She’s at work in the...in her room I think."
>"I dunno. I'm not gonna ask her that. No. NO!"
>"Can you, can you just listen to me for one sec, or are you two busy with the bird?"
>"Okay. Good."
>"Yeah, it’s a Godzilla. It's a good one."
>"It’s, um, it’s around ninety somethin' bucks..."
>"Ninety-five, really."
>"No, not including shipping and tax, I don't think."
>"Look, it’s a collector’s item. It's a..."
>"Stop! laughing!"
>"Oh, my GOD."
>"MOM. DAD."
>"I MAKE A LOT OF MONEY."
>"Look, I'm gonna go, okay? Love you guys."
>"No, no; you're both busy! Enjoy your wine. Let me—"
>"Hello?"
>"Mom?"
>"UGH."
>[Hangs up]
Any ideas how I can fuck with him?
