“Hey baby. S-s-sorry to bother ya-you at work but I just ha-had to tell ya how m-much I love my new NASCAR ri-ridin’ mower. I picked it up tuh-today. An this official NASCAR pit boss wuh-wireless h-headset you bought me to go with it is gr-great! I’m ta-talkin’ to ya wi-with it right na-now while I’m mo-mowin’! Ain’t that suh-somethin’!”
“Wha zat? Yeah yeah, I got on my NASCAR shirt! Course I do! Yeah I got on the ye-yeller one so I won’t get h-hit out by the road…and my Ch-Chevy hat ta-too. I ta-tell ya I ain’t never enjoyed mowin’ the ya-yard ’till na-now. I shore do la-luuuuvv you b-baby…”
“Wha zat? C-course I luv you m-more than NA-NASCAR!”
“Wha zat? Yeah…we’ll go luh-look at the nuh-new Camaros th-this weeke-end. Huh? Well…yeeeah…I guess we’ll git ya-you a new ‘un.”
“Li-listen, I g-gotta go now, I wanna cuh-call Earl wh-while I’m mowin’…he’ll be sooooo juh-jealous! Bye-bye. Ka-kissy kissy to ya-you too sha-sugar.”
Click.
“Duh-Dang!…I knew they was a re-reason she ba-bought me this huh-headset. She wants a new da-dang Camaro!! Man, it d-don’t EVER st-stop! Spend, sp-spend, spend…Gotta call Earl.”
Beep…rinnnnng…rinnnnng…
“Hey? E-Earl? Zat Choo? He heeeeee heee! Guh-guess what I’m a da-doin? Naaaaw! Guh-Guess agin…”
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