Waylon
"Well, I'm no gynecologist", I murmured into the phone, "But I'll come over and have a look."
"Well, I'm no gynecologist", I murmured into the phone, "But I'll come over and have a look."
Upon hearing of my father's death, I calmly noted that people really do drop the phone when they hear bad news.
Despite living together for months now, I can't currently tell whether my roommate is crying or if he's having phone sex.
Phone sex was almost as awkward as meeting him for the first time in person the next day.
Though my voice may have seemed calm over the phone, I didn't want you to know that I was really sobbing.
I laughed when he tried to send a text message to her because I secretly changed her phone number when he wasn't looking.