About 18 years ago I had an ex-girlfriend who worked for an answering service. One night around 3 am, an extremely drunk Eric Clapton called a limo company to bitch about his limo, was bounced to the service, and ended up riding around in the limo for a couple hours getting even more drunk and rambling on to my girlfriend about his women, his faltering career, his mother, and all the other problems that made him a raging addict. The service wasn't far from our apartment, and after I called BS she had me come over to listen in for a couple minutes. He had a pretty thick accent and it was kind of hard to tell what he was slurring half the time.
I've always lied and told everyone that I threatened to kick his ass if he didn't stop talking to my girlfriend, but really I was too nervous to say anything
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