You sure have a lot of gall, leaving me a voice mail like you did last night.
I'm sitting in my office in midtown Manhattan at 10 p.m., mindlessly cranking away.
I look over to check my cell phone, which I notice has a message waiting.
What do I hear when I get on the phone?
Quote:
"Hey WeeWee, it's 5 p.m. and I just told my boss to shove it and I left and I'm on my way out to the beach and HEY DOESN'T IT SUCK TO LIVE ON THE CAPE - THERE'S NOTHING TO DO HERE BUT FISH."
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Rub it in why don't ya? 
Whaddya gonna do next, post a pic of a plug you just made that you won't let me fondle?
