Last month, a friend of a friend was waiting for a ride outside a bar in San Francisco. Minutes before she got into her cab, she was hit on by an interesting lad named Dmitri. In an effort to end the conversation as soon as possible, she handed him her business card and told him to “call her sometime.” Less than 24 hours later, a voicemail was left for her . . . followed by another.
Whether or not you were blessed with Game, Dmitri will make you believe that you possess Game by the caseload … that Game pretty much flows out your ass and drips down your leg at all times.
. . . And now, I give you the blogosphere’s funniest/scariest voicemail since Alec Baldwin got caught calling his ex-wife a whore and his pre-teen daughter a pig.