I'm in a foul mood lately. Since I don't want to be annoyed, I've had the ringers on my phones off, and I'm getting alot of crap about not returning my voice mail.

I've decided to abuse the features that come with my cable phone line. So I turned my voice mail off, and forwarded my phone to a busy pizza parlor in Chicago that fucked up my pizza order back in 1990 during my trip to see Comiskey Park before they closed it.