If I don't check in with John about once a week, hilarity ensues. Here's a voicemail left for me this weekend:
Oh where oh where could my Sarah be?
Oh where oh where could she beee?
She might be missing and I would be sad
Oh where could Sarah be?
If I don't hear from her in twenty-four hours
I'm gonna call the policeandmakeamissingpersons repoooorrrrt
Oh call me back or I will be blue
Oh Sarah please call meee!
After I laughed till I coughed, I played it for all of my friends. And I called him back.
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THAT IS SO GREAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT!
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