The Original: WHO WAS PHONE?
oK so basicaly its like this. youare at a friends house for like the night or watever and then you guys are making out on the couch (yeah!) and then like.. her dad calls on the phone and says “no i she likes it more if you use the other hand… yeah” and your alllike “oh dude your dad is trying to give me advice on how to diddle you” and then she’s like… “i don’t have a dad..” or whatever… but what!? WHO WAS PHONE?
also:
So ur with ur honey and yur making out wen the phone rigns. U anser it n the vioce is “wut r u doing wit my daughter?” U tell ur girl n she say “my dad is ded”. THEN WHO WAS PHONE?
The Original: WHO WAS PHONE?,
idk, my bff jill?
I wish I could thumb that comment up more than once.
NO JOHN, YOU ARE THE PHONE
“Sorry, its hard to talk on my cheeseburger phone, what did you say?”
@#56
LMAO!!! That was the best comment so far!
I dunno, lol
BARRACK OBAMA WAS PHONE
no u
I cried at the end. The story held an artistic flair. I don’t think anything comes as close to perfection as this small, 4 sentenced (I’m talking about the good one at the bottom, not the shitty one on top) god like art. May the heavens smile upon you, good sir, and may you live a full life
*facepalm*
if u post a story, i beg u…fix the grammar!
I WAS PHONE!
I love this story. I told it at my sister’s wedding.
well henry the cat (or shoudl i say jared) thats awsomely LAME
This story…something about it just bothered me. I lay awake all night, wondering what the problem was. I’m not usually this easily freaked out. Something about the story was just ‘wrong,’ it didn’t quite click, like a weird feeling of barely subconscious or subliminal deja vu. I tossed and turned for hours until the sun appeared on the horizon. It must’ve been six or seven in the morning when the phone rang. Ring, ring, ring… but I couldn’t get up. I lay there, frozen. It just hit me. I was phone. I’d been phone all along.
I was phone.
NO I’M SPARTACUS
AND THEN JOHN WAS A ZOMBIE
i don’t get it who was the phone was that suposed to say who was on the phone or what?
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This is poorly wirtten o_0
hey LIKE I’D TELL U
It makes sense to put this in every category. The object in question is the phone, the entity is the mysterious caller, the atrocious spelling is a nightmare to behold, whomever came up with this is obviously mad, it takes place at your girlfriend’s house, your girlfriend’s dad is dead, making out with your girlfriend is probably a ritual at this point in time – or it will be – and the caller is “unknown”. See? Perfectly reasonable.
It was the waulrus
its simple, phone was unknown father with big penis, drunk at a barmitzfah in italy
duhh
what do they mean who was phone do they mean who was on the phone?
And seriously, people, don’t post a similar question on every story on this site. It’s annoying to see comments like:
BUT WHO WAS DOG?
THEN WHO WAS CLOSET?
BUT WHO WAS MIRROR???
It gets old. It really gets old.
This is the greatest story ever written. I hope it is made into a movie.
Epic Fail!!
This story makes no sence what so ever!!
I hate it!!!