I hate the phone. Hate it. I text, email, AIM, Facebook message… basically anything to avoid actually talking. Then sometimes we get gems like this amazing voicemail, and my love of the phone is renewed.
The voicemail-leaver met a chick at a bar. He called her. Not only did he leave the longest message ever, he threw around words like “elegant,” claiming that her “friends were jealous,” and essentially insinuating that she was lucky he even approached her at all. Just listen: