Taking You On A Voicemail Tale

(I’m trying to reach my friend, but I end up getting his voicemail. He tends to have bizarre messages.)

Friend: *speaking in a demonic voice* “Skinamarink-a-dink-a-dink, skinamarink-a-doo. I love you. I love you in the morning, and in the afternoon. I love you in the evening, and underneath the moon.”

(I couldn’t leave a message. I was laughing too hard.)