I once was woken up at stupid o'clock by some brain dead bint who, after I answered (in a very cranky voice as I do not like being woken up early in the morning on my day off!), replied, "Who the f*ck are you and what the f*ck are you doing on my boyf's phone?!" I replied, "This is not your boyf's phone. This is a wrong number." She then accused me of sleeping with her boyf.
I then replied, "Check your f*cking number, you stupid bitch. I have had this phone for over five years, it has always been my phone, you have dialled the wrong number. Go the f*ck away and never call this number again, or I will contact the police." The numpty hung up, and never rang again.
I then replied, "Check your f*cking number, you stupid bitch. I have had this phone for over five years, it has always been my phone, you have dialled the wrong number. Go the f*ck away and never call this number again, or I will contact the police." The numpty hung up, and never rang again.

My parents and I are on a shared cell phone plan and we got our phones at the same time, the exact same model. I programmed several of our mutual contacts into both phones right away, including my brothers, my grandparents, my work number, our land house number, and my boyfriend's number. About a year later, I dropped my phone...from about 8 feet up, onto solid concrete. Snapped it right in two. I was sad.
Anyway, I was at my parents' house, so I grabbed there phone and proceeded to text my boyfriend something like this, from their phone:
in me says that's when you tell them, "no she gave you my number to get rid of you... her real number is XXX-XXX-XXXX"

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