Witulant

Imagine it’s 12:30 in the morning.  You’ve been fighting with another bout of insomnia and you’re desperately trying to fall asleep.  Just as you begin to feel sleep’s comforting grip, your phone rings.  Startled, you check the number.  No one you know.  You silence it and go back to bed.  Now imagine getting up the next morning and getting this voice mail.  Probably left by someone like the man pictured above.  God bless you, stupid drunken hicks of southern Minnesota.