Booty call or bad call?

Virgin Mobile has just devised a plan to stop you from calling your ex (or whoever) during a drunken midnight stupor.

If you (very important) place 333 in front of the number your dialing. For twenty-five cents they will block you from calling you ex (for whatever reason) until 6 in the morning.

Hmmmm - I guess this is for those serial callers - known to call exes for a variety of reasons in the middle of the night.

Ring...Ring...Ring...Hello?

Sob....You know I loved you?

Ummm...Who's this?

(Anguish)....Don't pretend you don't know me. Is she there? I hate that $%&*#!!!!


or

Ring...Ring...Ring...Hello?

Hey baby, you alone? Can I come over?

Uh.... (Insert you parents pet name for you here)???

(Insert bad accent here)....Oh - sawry. Wrung numba!

My concern would be maybe I have tried every other number. What if no one is answering and I am...On the side of the road, in a ladies room stall covered in vomit, standing in front of the dark bar and no cabs around or gulp, jail!

(Not that any of these things have ever happened to me, of course). Then I can't find a ride. I want to be able to call the people in my phone!

I can't remember phone numbers, I am old and drunk and I can't see in the dark really well.

Booty call or bad call?

You decide.