The Worst Butt Dial Ever

Ladies this blog post has nothing to do with dating or anything like that so if you have a weak stomach, you may want to stop reading now. The other day I posted a blog on here called "Farting And Other Rude Noises." Yesterday afternoon, right after I laid down to take a nap, I received the worst butt dial in the history of the world. We'll call my friend Enrique to protect his identity. My cell phone starts going off and I reach over on my nightstand and the caller ID says it is "Enrique." I always have time to talk to my friends so I shook off the cobwebs and answered the phone. It was about time for his lunch hour so I figured he had more shenanigans from work to report. Enrique is famous for having to go to the bathroom almost immediately after he eats. He had butt dialed me from the bathroom, the "can", the "john", the "toilet", the "crapper", or whatever you choose to call it. From what I could tell from all of the noise going on, he must have had 7 bean burritos and washed it down with a gallon of tobasco sauce. Ricardo was absolutely tearing it up and he had no clue that he had butt dialed me. It was disgusting but I could not help but laugh. Needless to say, I hung up as quickly as I could so I did not have to hear any more.