I am one rude dude.  Let me ‘splain.  Yesterday morning, I was at work and decided to call my pal, the Meester.  I picked up the phone (which is a minor miracle in itself; I don’t really do the phone thing), and dialed his number.  The call went something like this:

*chaclick* “Hello?”

“Yo!!!  Meester!!  Meestaroni!  Ma man!  Meester Man!  Ma main Manster!!!  The Mansteroni!  How’s it going buddy?  It’s the Boozer!  What up, like, dawg?”

“Well......”

“Big daddy-o!!  How’s work?  How’s the Missus?  How’s the mini??  How’s it hangin’?  haha!!  Hangin’.  Hoo!”

“Well....”

“Oh crap, dude.  I just realized that I have a meeting.  Like, now.  I’ll have to call you back.  Take it easy, bro.  Bro-ster!  The bro-man!  Haha!  Later dude!”

“Ummm.....ok then I’ll just......”

*chaclick*

Yeah, I think my social graces and phone skills might need a little buffing up.