Rock Stars get real jobs, Pt. 2

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Courtney Love: Yeah wharroo want huh?

Caller: Uh, hi. Heh, this is my first time doing this, I'm a little nervous. How do we start?

Courtney: Start wha? Who aroo callin a skank?

Caller: Excuse me? Um, how do you want to start the..you know...dirty talk?

Courtney: I gotcher dirty right here mister, whydonchoo get a whiff of my snatch?

Caller: Oh dear. Uh, ok, tell me about your snatch you dirty thing.

Courtney: Lishen you horse fucker, my hoo ha aint no concern of yours. You should....you're the horsh fucker here.

Caller: Listen, that's not really what I had...

Courtney: (Coughing violently into phone) Whoo, you ever cough up somethin black? Wuzzat mean?

Caller: That's disgusting! I'm not paying for this.

Courtney: Go on and run to yer momma you little bish. You can't handle a real woman like me. I gotta band, I'm the queen of rock and roll. You're jush.....you're jush......you got a smoke?

Caller: How can I....never mind, I'm hanging up.

Courtney: Wait don't go! I love you very mush. Would you buy my record? Ish on the indernets, I aint lettin those corprat ashholes control my art no more.

Caller: I'm sorry, I really must be going.

Courtney: Nooooooo, why don't yoooo liiiike meee? I'm jush a normal pershon trying to make my art. You can jush go and shit in your bed you closet fag! Getoutta my ear!

Caller: (Dial Tone)

Courtney: Yeah, whar you want now?