I think I just got my first death threat. Some asshole just called the hotel and left me with a warning to watch my back. I can’t exactly remember the whole thing because I was so intimidated by his weasel like sounding voice. I do remember the last bit though. The part that was the threat. The “you better watch your back” part.
You are a very dumb fucker you realize that? You call a place of business that happens to record the phone conversations and you threaten one of it’s employees? You realize that that (unlike you) I can use a process of elimination to figure out who it was that called. I’m sure that some random fucking hillbilly sounding yokel will find out the hotel I work at and call to threaten me for shits and giggles. I’m going to even guess that you happen to be related to one of the idiots.
So with that being said I’ll take my chances with you. You know where I work asshole come on down. But you know your really beneath me. What are you prepared to do? You prepared to kill me or just kick the shit out of me? Be a man. Fact of the matter is I’ve already called the cops and talked to them. I’m prepared to fight for my beliefs, are you?
Attention fag who is stalking my friend: I understand that you think Turk is a “hunk of a man” and that he has “a cock like a battering ram Love-Piston” as you put it in your phone call. However, while im not completely sure what a “love-piston” is, I AM pretty sure that Turk is straight, and no amount of tenacious phone calls trying to get him into your car for a session of salami style sword fighting will work, because he is not teh gay. Please go and stalk somebody else. I suggest you turn your attention to Richard Simmons, Elton John, or any one of the surviving BeeGees. Thank you.
Can I stop watching my back yet? My neck hurts.