Phone calls you don't want to get when you're single, #1

I was in the taxi, when my handphone rang. Some random phone number. Oh well, picked it up. Was promptly greeted by a little boy's voice, asking "Daddy, when are you coming home?"


Time to go all "Billie Jean" - high Jackson screech and all - "The kid is not my son!"

I hate wrong numbers.


Unknown said…
You can deny all you want, you heartless bastard!!!

All boy boy wanted to do was to talk to his daddy, and you brush him off! Why are you so heartless?

You don't want to talk to me, never mind, but to pretend you are not his father, that's just cold!

... oh, wait. Sorry. Wrong blog.

Daryl said…
*whistles* Move along folks, nothing to see here...
Indri said…
Are you sure that was a human boy, and not a fluffy white pup?
Daryl said…
That's true, we did contemplate the possibility of Coconut having the power of speech.

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