Steve Miller, a good friend of mine, leaving funny messages on my ans machine. Early 1990s. Steve is no longer with us. RIP amigo.
lyrics
Philip, it's me. I'm long distance - pick up the Phone. Philip! Now I just wasted three dollars to talk to a machine!
(Ὰ la Star Trek: TOS title sequence)
These are the voyages of Philip Thompson: the never ending story continuing in the desert of Albuquerque, New Mexico.
(Ὰ la Dana Carvey's 'Grumpy Old Man' character)
In my day we didn't have contraptions to answer the phone for you! We had to do it ourselves, and we hated every dern minute of it! Nowadays everybody's getting lazy, having a good time...!
(With thick southern drawl)
What the hell's going on? You people at home or are you playing a joke on me? God damn, pick up the phone.
Well hell - you ain't home I see. So give me a call when you get back. I'm going out, and be back in about twenty-five, thirty minutes. Later!
Pretty good, Phil. You almost got me. Heh heh.
(All excerpts from incoming answering machine messages left by Steve Eugene Miller, 1966 - 2015)
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