Encyclopedia Dramatica (via Wayback Machine) – Then who was X Creepypasta – Tagged Results for 'Who Was Phone' And then screenshot them to text them to everyone you know. If the details of this story are in fact, the truth, than it is now your duty to answer the question of 'Who was calling you and your romantic companion on your cellular telephone?'. And that is exactly what all of the following people did in order for the rest of us to enjoy what are easily some of the funniest text messages you’ll ever lay your eyes on. You immediately notify your female romantic companion, and she educates you on the objective fact that the paternal guardian that she normally refers to as "Father" has stopped living some time in the past, and is also currently deceased. A voice that resembles that of an adult male proclaims "What activity are you currently in the process of completing, that involves having my female offspring attend!?". You walk over to the area that the cellular telephone is physically placed, and you translate the telephone receiver from it's resting area, where it is mechanically constructed to fit into, all the way in the direction towards your ear drums, and then place the northern part of the device to your ear, and then place the southern part near your mouth, most likely onto your cheek. Theoretically, you and your romantic partner, who is most likely of the female gender, are accompanying each other, when the cellular telephone, of which you are the legal owner, abruptly emits an audible tone, which is highly likely to be your default sound that will play when someone from another location, usually within your country of residence, depending on your telephone carrier or provider, inputs a finite pattern composed of numerical units into their legally owned cellular telephone, which in turn will send a wave that goes through a complex process that includes radios and telephone towers. One rated man come yell ina mi ear, man was livid! Him say sumthing like 'YO STAR, A WEH YOU A DO WIT MI PICKEY?' Mi just give one sour look pon my girl face and ask a wuh dis man business? Gyal tell me her dad ded, him ina ground, ded, ded, ded. After 5 minute the blood clot phone ring and mi answer. Mi tell you, the gyal mus be one freak, cause she jump pon my lap and start suck out mi face.
We sit dung a ground fi have lunch, afta lunch she waan fi go home, so we went to her house fi watch movie and sinting. THEN WHO WAS THE PIECE OF TOAST? Rastafarian EditionĪlright my yout, mi and dis fine gyal decide we waan fi go park, we went pon swing, pon slide, and even have good time a bounce pon teeter-totter. U buter it n the vioce is "wut r u doing wit my dinner?" U tell ur sandwich n it say "my dad is bred". So ur with ur honey and yur making a sandwich wen the toaster digns. You presse de geereenno button "CHE STAI FACENDO CON MIA FIGLIA?" you telle your bitcha n she say "My pimp is ded". So U are Withe Youre bitcha and you arE licking her feet wen your Siemens squilla. U tell the guerilla and he say "GIGN is ded". U read the chat and the text is "wut r u doing with my base". So yur with guerilla and yur planting bomb wen chat appears.