The first contact in my phone list is:
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
If I butt dial - I butt dial that. Which of course just leads me to my carrier telling me that the number is not correct.
Did that to protect the actual first person in my list from getting dialed.
As to the OP, if the message is unintelligible, I delete it as soon as I figure it what it is. If I can understand the people talking I’ll listen to it until I’m bored - if I have the time.
I did, once. I hadn’t had a cell phone all that long, and I got a voice mail message that was like 30 minutes long. Never having had this phenomenon happen before, I just let it play on speaker. I could occasionally hear rustling sounds and a radio faintly playing in the background. I was hoping at some point to get some kind of hint as to who it was. Never did.
“Who’s knocking at my back door? Who’s knocking at my back door?
Who’s knocking at my back door?” said the fair Young Seaman.
"It's me and my crew and we've come for a screw!" said Bricker the Butt Sailor.
"It's me and my crew and we've come for a screw!" said Bricker the Butt Sailor. "
…and so on. Stop hogging the rum.
The Butt Sail is that little white sail affixed to the poop deck, isn’t it?
My butt sailor was attacked by butt pirates.
I usually listen to the first 10 seconds which is the sound of the inside of a muffled car radio usually. Although, on my old phone, it included my friend singing along badly. I saved to play for him…and our mutual friends…
Her phone is having an affair with your house right under your noses.
My girlfriend butt texted me in the middle of the night. I responded with, “?”. I only listen to butt dial voicemails if something interesting is happening in the background.
I usually listen because I want to find out WTF was going on.
I have a flip phone. Impossible to butt-dial.
I had a weird case of ‘butt sailing’. I was coming home with some takeout and as I was fumbling with the bags to open the door, I heard the land line ringing in the house. After more fumbling I managed to make indoors and over to the old phone, pick it up, and heard nothing. As usual it wasn’t even connected because telemarketers and my mother are the only ones that call that line. If that wasn’t baffling enough, I then heard a voice announcing the name of the company I work for. “Hello…hello…XYZ Corp…hello…is someone there?” Using both of my working brain cells, I realized the sound was coming from my pants pocket, and then realized a certain part of my anatomy had not learned to talk (out loud), and that it must be my phone. I pulled out my old flip phone, and there was a dollar bill stuck in it, keeping it open and ‘on’. So I flipped it all the way open and said “Hi, this is TriPolar, what’s up?”. I got the response, “Well you called, who were you looking for?”. At this point, even though one of my brain cells was totally focused on eating dinner, I realized I had called, and then heard the sound of an office phone ringing in the background, the same ringtone that the old landline had. Laughs all around, followed by dinner, and the decision to finally get a new phone.
ETA: just saw previous post, nope, not impossible.
“Butt-Sailed” - for some reason I thought you were talking about that annoying robo-call that starts off with a ship’s horn and a voice going “Congratulations! You’ve won a cruise…”
Funny story: One night my friend called me but all I heard was background noise. I texted him and said “How did you manage to butt-dial me on an iPhone?!” Turns out his phone was in his pocket…the button got pressed for voice activation…and his dog has the same name as me. He was calling his dog and his phone dialed me automatically.
Is that like a rear admiral?
Correct, except that it doesn’t stay white for long.
I’ve been butt-dialed by a presidential appointee. It was just as mundane as any other butt-dialing.
Ain’t it the truth. I moused over this thread a few times wondering what in the hell “butt-sailed” even was, before finally opening the thread.
I’ve been chuckling my way through it since.
That’s “the dreaded rear admiral.”
Jack Sparrow?
My Beloved tit-calls me all the time-she keeps shoving the phone into her bra without locking the keyboard first. I’ve had some lovely conversations with her left nipple several times.
You should butt sail her knockers some time.
I never butt sail unless they’ve bought be dinner first
I believe that’s not sailing…it’s motorboating