User:IMadeThisAccountByPatrickStar/sandbox

Three o' clock this morning, I was on the phone and being really mean! I was pranking Neil Alsman, who I read about in the PLA Zine. (Right on, dickhead!)* But even Neil's yelling starts to get old after a while. And there's still one old lady who can surely always make me smile.

I'm calling up Ms. Mildred Monday. (I am Mildred Monday.) I really think she's okay! (I'm Mildred Monday) I like to hear her son say (Mildred Monday) He's gonna make me pay! (Stop calling me.) I'm dissin' on Ms. Mildred Monday.

Got to dial star six seven, so she won't get my caller ID. Cause' if she calls Merrittech, then Jim Bayliss will be after me. I tell her that I'm gonna put new red shingles on her home. (No you're not! I just had a new roof on.) Then she says she'll shoot me in the leg and loudly slams down the phone. (I got a shotgun behind me.)

We're makin' calls to Mildred Monday! (I am Mildred Monday) We tell her that her son's gay! (Oh, you're crazy!) She's really confused today! (I've lived here for forty-three years!) She'll send the police our way! (I'll call the police on you!) She says her name is Mildred Monday. (I am Mildred Monday, and I did not put through a long distance call.) (edited)