Samantha…what’s with the quotes? Is he a man who sells weed or isn’t he? And darling, this is really your own fault. Don’t blame the “weed man”. Let’s retrace your steps here. Your parents have an actual LAN line. Okay, kinda weird in this day and age, but I’m not a parent, so maybe that’s rather typical. Does the “weed man” just happens to have that LAN line number? Like, he’s some cat on Heroes with the superpower of knowing all the numbers of his clients’ parents? No, dear. That’s not the case. You gave him that number. Why? You were probably really nervous, this being your first time buying illicit drugs and all, and since you’ve had that number since your birth in 1994 (not criticizing, just stating a fact), it was the first number you came up with.
WTF? Samantha, you’ve got to be more careful next time! If you move on to say, heroin or crystal meth, you’re going to bring down the whole Indiana crime ring. Sheesh.
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Never give a drug dealer your phone number. Those guys are worse than new car salesmen. Pretty soon you'll smoking the fancy weed with all the bells and whistles. Did I mention the Corinthian leather?
I usually don't care about semantics on the internet, but so long as we are on a blog where spelling "a lot" as "alot" is an atrocious misspelling, I doubt she was called on a LAN (Local Area Network) line (which would have something to do with computer data transfer, generally) instead of her LANline (Land Assisted Network) or its derivative landline.
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