Last week my friend Duane called and during the conversation he mentioned that he wanted to see a new horror movie that was releasing called ” One Missed Call”. It’s some kind of teenager horror flick about receiving a cellphone message that is actually your final last moments- meaning you listen to your own death. If you ask me it’s just a tweaked version of “The Ring” and “Final Destination”. But no one asked me.
After work today I called Duane’s cellphone. I knew he was in New Orleans and since it was 4:30 in the afternoon I knew he’d be
falling down stinky drunk inebriated and probably licking on some male strippers unavailable. Luckily for me the call went straight to voicemail and so I was able to leave my version of his untimely demise. Let’s just say it involved a random meeting with a stranger in a public bathroom, bruised knees, and at least five minutes of making choking sounds.
I can’t wait for my voicemail from him. I’m really hoping George Clooney is in there somewhere.8 Comments