Remember that blog I wrote about calling Bill Dawes all the time? Well, on that blog, BiBi Cambridge posted her phone number as a comment and it would have been an insult to the fine lady if I didn't call her! Naturally, things got dirty quickly and I've decided to share the details here:
BiBi Cambridge: Uptown Laundry.
Aaaaaaron: BiBi, hey! What's up?!
Cambridge: This is Uptown Laundry.
Aaaaaaron: Yeah, baby! I got some dirty laundry for ya'!
Cambridge: Sir, no one works here named–
Aaaaaaron: Ooo! Sir, huh? That must make me a knight! Sir Aaron to the rescue!
Cambridge: Sir, you've dialed th-
Aaaaaaron: That's right. You BETTER call me 'sir.' I'm a knight, after all. You knighted me. Don't make me use my sword.
Cambridge: Sir, you've got the wrong-
Aaaaaaron: Oh, so you WANT me to use my sword? You want me to get my sword out? I'll be honest - it's more like a small dagger or a pocket knife.
Cambridge: Sir, you've-
Aaaaaaron: I've learned it's better to be straightforward about the length of the blade - less disappointment later, you see.
Aaaaaaron: But it's still sharp, made of steel and all that. Are you naked yet?
Cambridge: Sir, this is Uptown Laundry.
Aaaaaaron: Yeah, baby! You're taking me to Uptown, all right! It's up and ready, baby! Are you excited?
Cambridge: I said this is Uptown Laundry.
Aaaaaaron: Yeah, baby! We're gonna' make dirty laundry together! I'm gonna' make dirty laundry with BiBi Cambridge!
Cambridge: Sir, there is no BiBi Cambridge at this number.
Aaaaaaron: I know there isn't, darling. You're so beside yourself with passion for my steel that you don't know who you are anymore!
Cambridge: Bloody hell.
Aaaaaaron: Oh my, that's REALLY dirty! Don't worry, baby - I know who you are. You're BiBi, baby - a hot female ready for a sexual telecommunication with Sir Aaron!
Cambridge: Sir, I'm not even a woman.
Aaaaaaron: BiBi, baby, you can't fool me. Your low voice might have turned away knights of lesser courage but I can recognize a damsel in desperation when I hear one.
Aaaaaaron: Let's go, baby! Are you ready to taste my steel? Can you taste my steel over the phone? Here, let me taste it for you.
Aaaaaaron: BiBi? BiBi, baby - I think I hurt myself. BiBi, could you call me an ambulance please? I can't move my fingers now. BiBi? Can you hear me, baby?