I am so angry right now. I do not think I have ever been this angry in all my life. I'm sitting here in bed watching the latest episode of "The League" (Hilarious show BTW, even if you are not into football) when I hear the house phone ringing. I'm not all that mobile having two huge needles in my arm but I manage to pause the show and answer the phone.
It's midnight, and somebody is calling, of course I'm thinking holly shit I'm on my way to halifax again. The cocktard women on the other end asks for Owen Hetherington... how many Owen Hetherington's can there be? Now I'm sure, my heart is racing, hot damn, fuck my two front teeth I'm getting a kidney for christmas! Then she asks Owen Hetherington, who works for Irving oil? WHAT THE SHIT! I say no and she starts apologizing, but before she even gets any words out I've hung up the phone.
Seriously?! If you are going to call people at midnight. Make sure you are calling the right people before you do, I am just so angry right now. I don't know if I'm going to be able to sleep tonight, I am still shaking, my heart is still just pounding in my chest, I don't care if it was a mistake, I hope that women gets hit by a bus and I'll personally take her kidneys. I wish we had caller ID and I'd harass the shit out her for months.
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