I am not one to answer my cell phone if I don’t know who is calling.  If your number comes through as “UNKNOWN” or blocked or even with a name I don’t recognize, you are going to get my voicemail.  I figure if it’s important the caller will leave me a message identifying his/herself and we can move forward.

On Sunday afternoon I received a call from someone named “Pamela”.  Not knowing who it was, I ignored it.  “Pamela” called right back, and I ignored that one as well.  Luckily, “Pamela” decided to text me.  Naturally, I decided to have a little fun.

WARNING: There is some not-very-nice language in here, but I did no editing aside from blanking out the number in order to preserve the artistic integrity.

It started here, with this delightful little exchange:

So now we’ve established that “Pamela” seems to use a variant of the English language that I am unaccustomed to.  I tried to get out of it in the beginning but she wouldn’t take no for an answer.  The conversation then moved on:

Ah-ha!  “Pamela” is actually “T-Bhake”.  Keep in mind that T-Bhake would call every five minutes or so during this entire exchange.  It also appears that T-Bhake is not a fan of “The Office”, having fallen for the classic “updog” joke.

T-Bhake isn’t terribly PC is he?  I was a bit saddened that he didn’t give me the opportunity to finish my “deez nuts” joke, but I think his apparent homophobia was enough to end the conversation there.  Of course, he continued to call throughout the afternoon, but we never spoke.