the phone and theres no answer it sux you worry where could he be? is theres something wrong? you hang up and dial again and he picks up You feel folish
dial.remembering phone numbers when cell phones did not exist…dialing by muscle memory…you could do it without even looking at the key pad…does that happen anymore?
Please dial my number. I sit by the phone every night, waiting for you to call. You never have. Why do I keep waiting when I know you will never change?
she picks up the phone with a heavy hand, heart beating faster, less time between big deep breaths. calm…she dials, hoping, praying that maybe this time caiti would answer. but she didn’t. she hasn’t all night, and it’s well past the time that she promised.
Dial my hotline, I dare you.
Afraid of what it might say? My voice might entice you, my words may seduce you, and you, my dear, may fall prey to my witty ways.
picked up my handset and began to fidget with the rotary. i’ve never been apt with these new types of doo-hickeys. i prefer writing a letter or going to my friend’s house for a visit. oh well, i must accept the changes and change along with it.
As the agent walked Joe through the various features (such as they were) of the new apartment that he was moving himself into, he had began to tune out mentally. After all, he had been in more of these places than he could count, and when you
As the agent walked Joe through the various features (such as they were) of the new apartment that he was moving himself into, he had began to tune out mentally. After all, he had been in more of these places than he could count, and when you
Dial slumped up the shore and trudged out of the ocean- his misshapen form reminiscent of some sort of Lovecraftian shoggoth. A couple in the distance shuddered.
My shaking hands grapple for my cell phone and I drunkenly dial your number. Outside, anbulance blares past my apartment. I shaken. I no longer drunk. I realize what I about to do and I don’t hit send. Send and dial are different things these days.
I was dialing the phone to call her, while the explosion outside my apartment happened, all the windows on my home exploded with the struendous souns, I hurried
He turned the dial up, and down again, and then growled to himself as nothing happened. He darted over to the switchboard and toggled everything he could, but to no avail. He pulled at his hair and almost smacked his head against the board. The stupid song just kept on playing.
DIAL THIS NUMBER OR WE WILL FEAST ON YOUR BODILY FLUIDS…
He dials the number with quivering fingers, trying very hard not be deamed edible by the eyeless, slimy, tentacled creature that had appeared in reality just a few minutes ago; but to John Browers, it seemed like a lifetime.
Somebody picks up on the other line, a youthful voice whose face was possibly plagued by acne.
“Hello, this is Pizza Pizza Kingdom how may we be of service?”
“…uhm, I-I would like to order a large…”
SUPREME…
“…supreme pizza with…
HOT WINGS…SUPER CALIENTE…
“…an order of hot wings on the side.”
“OH-kay so it’s a large supreme pizza with an order of super caliente spicy hot wings. That would be twenty-seven fifty and would you like a drink with that, sir?”
NO BEVERAGE IS NEEDED…
“N-no thank you, they-that’s all.”
“Alright, your food will be ready in twenty minutes, goodbye.”
She dialed the phone and hesitated while the line rang at the other end. “You’ve reached the Dial Soap Company,” a recorded voice answered. “Please listen to the following options…”
She hung up. How would she ever get clean if she had to navigate a myriad of tele-prompted menus that never seemed to get anyone anywhere.
turning the dial on the phone i slowly tap in your number. i dont know why we still have one of these old fashioned phones, but to be honest i quite like it.
DIAL THIS NUMBER OR WE WILL FEAST ON YOUR BODILY FLUIDS…
He dials the number with quivering fingers, trying very hard not be deamed edible by the eyeless, slimy, tentacled creature that had appeared in reality just a few minutes ago; but to John Browers, it seemed like a lifetime.
Somebody picks up on the other line, a youthful voice whose face was possibly plagued by acne.
“Hello, this is Pizza Pizza Kingdom how may we be of service?”
“…uhm, I-I would like to order a large…”
SUPREME…
“…supreme pizza with…
HOT WINGS…SUPER CALIENTE…
“…an order of hot wings on the side.”
“OH-kay so it’s a large supreme pizza with an order of super caliente spicy hot wings. That would be twenty-seven fifty and would you like a drink with that, sir?”
NO BEVERAGE IS NEEDED…
“N-no thank you, they-that’s all.”
“Alright, your food will be ready in twenty minutes, goodbye.”
I pick up the phone and dial the number. One. Two. Three rings. A pick up. The deep husky voice on the other end of the line mumbles, “hello?”.
“I woke you. I’m sorry. I’ll call back -”
“No. I wanted to talk to you about what happened. Please. Can you meet me?”
I dialed the phone to find out who was home. There was no one there, so I called a friend. The old phone-a-friend trick didn’t work either, so I sat in front of the computer and typed this little paragraph. Sad, sad.
dial the phone to call your friend from home.
dial is the way that you type in numbers on a cell or regular phone.
dial – a kind of delicious smelling soap.
dial backwards is laid.
dial rhymes with file aisle smile child vile bile beguile
dialetics. dial 999 if you really want the truth. dial 999 if you can’t see it’s true. he ain’t jack the ripper he’s your ordinary spook… calling maxwell murder for you! aw max, mother fucker~!
I always hated the fact that my internet connection was dial-up. It was so slow and whenever you tried to start it up, it woud have that extended dialing sequence that was so ridiculously annoying and yet really catchy. I’m surprised it hasn’t been made into an internet meme song or something.
Then we got broadband, which is nice. But we have to load that up every time we use it to becuse it can’t be opened in multiple users at the same time.
I dialed my best friend. Well, I suppose dial is the wrong word to use now because it’s more push. But you can’t really say you pushed your best friend. That would be awful. This is just to say that we talked. And it was good. I dialed up my
the phone and theres no answer it sux you worry where could he be? is theres something wrong? you hang up and dial again and he picks up You feel folish
By teresa on 10.22.2009
Dial a number.
By Ayumi on 10.22.2009
He dialed the number.”Hello?”Thud.The phone hit the floor.Oh.My.God.
By Lilith on 10.22.2009
Goddam dialup how the hell i supposed to download this porn? If I had known it was going to be this slow I never would have agreed to house sit.
By Plentho Diridium on 10.22.2009
Dialing 911, can anyone hear me?
I hear the ringtone, can’t anyone tell that my heart is breaking?
This feels like I’m dying. I’m dying, my heart is bleeding through my arms. I’m crying, my life is leaking away.
I’m dead. And the phone dials no more.
By Somebody. on 10.22.2009
Drunk dial. One in the morning. I was on alcohol and my mind was soaring. I didn’t want to be stuck in a file,
Along with all the other girls.
By katie on 10.22.2009
monkey trouble? one million monkeys dialing one million random numbers. one of them is bound to reach god
By Plentho Diridium on 10.22.2009
Soap. It’s made from fat. They put additives and scents in it, but it’s still animal fat. Dial. Has a pretty nasty feel to it.
By Plentho Diridium on 10.22.2009
dial.remembering phone numbers when cell phones did not exist…dialing by muscle memory…you could do it without even looking at the key pad…does that happen anymore?
By julie wingard on 10.22.2009
Her tears made stream tracks across the murk that covered her face, a mix of dirt, soot and God knows what else. She
By ThomG on 10.22.2009
Please dial my number. I sit by the phone every night, waiting for you to call. You never have. Why do I keep waiting when I know you will never change?
By Marina on 10.22.2009
call
phone
number
friend
lover
talk
conversation
minute
problem
wait
send
cell phone
figures
By Lenka on 10.22.2009
she picks up the phone with a heavy hand, heart beating faster, less time between big deep breaths. calm…she dials, hoping, praying that maybe this time caiti would answer. but she didn’t. she hasn’t all night, and it’s well past the time that she promised.
By DebbieAnn1988 on 10.22.2009
Dial my hotline, I dare you.
Afraid of what it might say? My voice might entice you, my words may seduce you, and you, my dear, may fall prey to my witty ways.
By Jasper on 10.22.2009
you dial someone to cell them numbers
By melanie on 10.22.2009
lj
By WTF on 10.22.2009
picked up my handset and began to fidget with the rotary. i’ve never been apt with these new types of doo-hickeys. i prefer writing a letter or going to my friend’s house for a visit. oh well, i must accept the changes and change along with it.
By M Polo on 10.22.2009
telephone 911 soap insurance company
By joshua on 10.22.2009
As the agent walked Joe through the various features (such as they were) of the new apartment that he was moving himself into, he had began to tune out mentally. After all, he had been in more of these places than he could count, and when you
By PB on 10.22.2009
As the agent walked Joe through the various features (such as they were) of the new apartment that he was moving himself into, he had began to tune out mentally. After all, he had been in more of these places than he could count, and when you
By PB on 10.22.2009
She picked up the phone, hesitating for just a moment. Finally, she took a deep breath and began to dial his number.
She hadn’t felt her fingers on those familiar digits for more than 8 years. But now she had something to say to him. She had to reach him, somehow.
By Heather on 10.22.2009
Dial slumped up the shore and trudged out of the ocean- his misshapen form reminiscent of some sort of Lovecraftian shoggoth. A couple in the distance shuddered.
By Paul Bethel on 10.22.2009
My shaking hands grapple for my cell phone and I drunkenly dial your number. Outside, anbulance blares past my apartment. I shaken. I no longer drunk. I realize what I about to do and I don’t hit send. Send and dial are different things these days.
By liss on 10.22.2009
. ͡҉҉ ̵̡̢̛̗̘̙̜̝̞̟̠͇̊̋̌̍̎̏̿̿̿̚. ͡҉҉ ̵̡̢̛̗̘̙̜̝̞̟̠͇̊̋̌̍̎̏̿̿̿̚ ҉ ҉҉̡̢̡̢̛̛̖̗̘̙̜̝̞̟̠̖̗̘̙̜̝̞̟̠̊̋̌̍̎̏̐̑̒̓̔̊̋̌̍̎̏̐̑ ͡҉҉ ) ͡҉҉ ) THE Dial is eVil ͡҉҉ ̵̡̢̛̗̘̙̜̝̞̟̠͇̊̋̌̍̎̏̿̿̿̚ ҉ ҉҉̡̢̡̢̛̛̖̗̘̙̜̝̞̟̠̖̗̘̙̜̝̞̟̠̊̋̌̍̎̏̐̑̒̓̔̊̋̌̍̎̏̐̑ ͡҉҉
By ͡҉҉ on 10.22.2009
I was dialing the phone to call her, while the explosion outside my apartment happened, all the windows on my home exploded with the struendous souns, I hurried
By Martin on 10.22.2009
If ever there was a soap brand whose name was so unrelated to the act of cleansing, this is it.
By Matthew on 10.22.2009
He turned the dial up, and down again, and then growled to himself as nothing happened. He darted over to the switchboard and toggled everything he could, but to no avail. He pulled at his hair and almost smacked his head against the board. The stupid song just kept on playing.
By Poofiemus on 10.22.2009
DIAL THIS NUMBER OR WE WILL FEAST ON YOUR BODILY FLUIDS…
He dials the number with quivering fingers, trying very hard not be deamed edible by the eyeless, slimy, tentacled creature that had appeared in reality just a few minutes ago; but to John Browers, it seemed like a lifetime.
Somebody picks up on the other line, a youthful voice whose face was possibly plagued by acne.
“Hello, this is Pizza Pizza Kingdom how may we be of service?”
“…uhm, I-I would like to order a large…”
SUPREME…
“…supreme pizza with…
HOT WINGS…SUPER CALIENTE…
“…an order of hot wings on the side.”
“OH-kay so it’s a large supreme pizza with an order of super caliente spicy hot wings. That would be twenty-seven fifty and would you like a drink with that, sir?”
NO BEVERAGE IS NEEDED…
“N-no thank you, they-that’s all.”
“Alright, your food will be ready in twenty minutes, goodbye.”
THE END
By Diaz on 10.22.2009
She dialed the phone and hesitated while the line rang at the other end. “You’ve reached the Dial Soap Company,” a recorded voice answered. “Please listen to the following options…”
She hung up. How would she ever get clean if she had to navigate a myriad of tele-prompted menus that never seemed to get anyone anywhere.
By Gillian Carmichael on 10.22.2009
turning the dial on the phone i slowly tap in your number. i dont know why we still have one of these old fashioned phones, but to be honest i quite like it.
By Bunnyy on 10.22.2009
DIAL THIS NUMBER OR WE WILL FEAST ON YOUR BODILY FLUIDS…
He dials the number with quivering fingers, trying very hard not be deamed edible by the eyeless, slimy, tentacled creature that had appeared in reality just a few minutes ago; but to John Browers, it seemed like a lifetime.
Somebody picks up on the other line, a youthful voice whose face was possibly plagued by acne.
“Hello, this is Pizza Pizza Kingdom how may we be of service?”
“…uhm, I-I would like to order a large…”
SUPREME…
“…supreme pizza with…
HOT WINGS…SUPER CALIENTE…
“…an order of hot wings on the side.”
“OH-kay so it’s a large supreme pizza with an order of super caliente spicy hot wings. That would be twenty-seven fifty and would you like a drink with that, sir?”
NO BEVERAGE IS NEEDED…
“N-no thank you, they-that’s all.”
“Alright, your food will be ready in twenty minutes, goodbye.”
THE END
By Diaz on 10.22.2009
I pick up the phone and dial the number. One. Two. Three rings. A pick up. The deep husky voice on the other end of the line mumbles, “hello?”.
“I woke you. I’m sorry. I’ll call back -”
“No. I wanted to talk to you about what happened. Please. Can you meet me?”
By SMCates on 10.22.2009
I dialed the phone to find out who was home. There was no one there, so I called a friend. The old phone-a-friend trick didn’t work either, so I sat in front of the computer and typed this little paragraph. Sad, sad.
By Oscar on 10.22.2009
dial the phone to call your friend from home.
dial is the way that you type in numbers on a cell or regular phone.
dial – a kind of delicious smelling soap.
dial backwards is laid.
dial rhymes with file aisle smile child vile bile beguile
By Jordan on 10.22.2009
dialetics. dial 999 if you really want the truth. dial 999 if you can’t see it’s true. he ain’t jack the ripper he’s your ordinary spook… calling maxwell murder for you! aw max, mother fucker~!
By jasminlei on 10.22.2009
I really should be, but instead I’m doing this, sun is out, I smiling, contemplating, waiting for it to change, thinking of cheap soap, and bubbles.
By juan on 10.22.2009
I always hated the fact that my internet connection was dial-up. It was so slow and whenever you tried to start it up, it woud have that extended dialing sequence that was so ridiculously annoying and yet really catchy. I’m surprised it hasn’t been made into an internet meme song or something.
Then we got broadband, which is nice. But we have to load that up every time we use it to becuse it can’t be opened in multiple users at the same time.
By GryphonFledgling on 10.22.2009
Know why so many guys use Dial? Spell it backwards.
By dial on 10.22.2009
I dialed my best friend. Well, I suppose dial is the wrong word to use now because it’s more push. But you can’t really say you pushed your best friend. That would be awful. This is just to say that we talked. And it was good. I dialed up my
By Sara on 10.22.2009
the dial was set to 3 and he was in intence pain. just as he thought he couldn’t take any more the prince set it higher. “Not to 50!”
By Emily on 10.22.2009