An Actual Text Conversation I Had Yesterday
MY SIDE: {I don't even have access to a car yet} {I'll just text you later or call around maybe 10 or 11 I think} THEIR SIDE: generic info concerning hours of business MY SIDE: (after sale) Thanks again. If the girl with the sexy voice ever ever want to smoke a joint or something that I can show my gratitude feel to inquire.... THEIR SIDE: Times OK, I tried calling you four times. This is J the owner the girl with the sexy voice is my daughter. How about next time you make an order I deliver it to you and you can tell me how sexy my fucking voice is disrespect her once more brother and it's gonna be a problem and I hope you fucking understand this. This phone is not for you to get your kicks off. Do you understand me and if you don't, I can meet you somewhere and we could talk like this like men. (There's more. I'm omitting it.) MY SIDE: Got it. I apologize. Won't happen again. Later... MY SIDE: Hope this makes sense. In richardlopez...