Today at 8:23 AM-fucking, oh. Jessica, It's Nick. Well, yeah, you know it's me. Caller ID, or what the fuck. Look we really need to talk and- oh, hang on- No, no, I said next week- well, I know- what the fuck, are you fucking- No! I will arrest your ass! I will see to it that you spend the next ten years in prison getting ass-fucked, and if the case is thrown out because my arrest is too violent, then I will personally HIRE men to ass-fuck you for ten years. So if you're an ass-fucking fan, go ahead and- BEEP
Today at 8:29 AM Sorry 'bout that, ran out of time. Why do these things run out of fucking time anyway? It doesn't make much sense. I'm gonna assume you're still asleep and not just avoiding me. I waited to call. Figured you wanted some space. I didn't think you wanted to fucking talk to me. I don't blame you. I acted like a damn fool. Anyway, call me.
-Today at 7:43 PM i>Please</i> return my calls. We really need to talk. Talking on the phone won't fucking hurt anything, you know? I need to explain myself. And apologize. Please, Jessica, just call me.