A: Hello?

Em: Hey baby this is-

A: Is this Eminem!?

Em: Uh...no.

A: Oh My God it is! I love you!

 Em: Oh My God this is not happening.

A: You know if I didn't have a boyfriend I'd totally go down on you. So how big is it?

Em: How big is what?

A: Your career. What else would I be asking about?

Em: (nervous laugh)Oh. I thought you were asking how big my... uh... yeah it's pretty big.

A: That's cool. 

Em: Yeah. Well this has been a lovely conversation but I really gotta go. Bye.

{CALL ENDED}

So as you can see this call was very interesting. Do you have anything to say Em?

Em: (traumatized) Look I don't wanna talk about it. All I wanna do right now is smoke some weed and let loose. (Starts to exit but stops) And hopefully forget about what just happened. Look I already forgot what happened.

A girl just said she wanted to go down on you. And you got confused and thought she was asking how big your junk is. 

Em: Dammit homie why you gotta be like that!? (Leaves and slams door)

Em: (walks back in) You know I just thought of something. What if this happens again? And it ends up being a guy? Huh? Did anybody think of that?

(Em's still ranting)

He'll get over it. Hopefully. Bye!