Have you ever thought, "how cool would it be if I had [insert mega celeb here] mobile phone?"
Well, one UCLA student got a dose of what it’s like to be Paris Hilton when she was assigned Paris’ old number.
For months, Shira Barlow’s cell phone was flooded with wrong-number calls and
text messages, mostly between 2 and 4 a.m. on weekends. Told they had reached a
college student, callers refused to believe it.
"Baby girl, how are you?" one man purred in a foreign accent. "Why are you
doing this?" a woman asked. "This is so rude." And there were several seemingly
random references to "Paris."
So it’s basically what you might expect. A bunch of vapid retards calling about parties. Strange men with foreign accents calling at 3 am looking to fuck and run and a slew of inane bullshit. Wow. What a lucky girl.
Popularity: 1% [?]
