William The Coroner’s Forensic Files

Monday, 23, February, 2009

In Which I Channel Andy Rooney

Filed under: Social Commentary — williamthecoroner @ 20:08

Why is it that people, particularly people who are drunk-dialing late in the evening can’t get the proper phone number, but they always are able to remember yours to hassle you?

5 Comments »

  1. Wasn’t me, promise. Home from day of meetings. Writing, shower,non airport food.

    Comment by Brigid — Monday, 23, February, 2009 @ 20:34 | Reply

  2. It’s not so easy to prevent drunk dialing when you’re in the room with the drunk, either. A “friend” (relative) got plowed at my apartment and wanted to call her boyfriend, who just happened to be the son of our minister. It was after midnight and I found out just how strong she really was, but she didn’t make the call!

    Comment by Denise — Tuesday, 24, February, 2009 @ 02:55 | Reply

  3. I’m sorry — it was all those Harvey Wallbangers.

    TO be fair, the strippers down at Big Bob’s Booby Trap goaded me in to it, and they said they miss you.

    Comment by crankylitprof — Friday, 27, February, 2009 @ 08:23 | Reply

  4. I’m sorry — it was those damn Harvey Wallbangers.

    To be perfectly fair, the strippers at Big Bob’s Booby Trap goaded me in to it. They said they miss you.

    Comment by crankylitprof — Friday, 27, February, 2009 @ 08:24 | Reply

    • There are times where I don’t have to say anything

      Comment by williamthecoroner — Friday, 27, February, 2009 @ 08:50


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