I picked up the phone at the House of Rock the other day and it was a telemarketer. The conversation went something like this:
Me: Hello?
Dude: Mr. Lawrence?
Me: No, there’s no one by that name here.
Dude: Oh, sorry.
Me. No problem, fatty.
HA HA HA!
I can NOT be the only person who laughed at this.
You weren’t.