I swear to my fucking life that this happened. Hartley had her number. I called.
Ryan answers -- asks me how I got this number. Yells at girlfriend (Ashlee) in the background..."Dammitt bitch! Why do you keep giving out your number to these goddamn boys??!!"
Ashlee -- Uh OMG!
Ryan -- "Blah blah blah faggut ass NIGGER this is a business phone number. Profanity profanity profanity. I'm calling the police. I need your SS., drivers license, etc...
If you're looking for a bowjob, Ashlee will be in Fl in a few months..."
Me -- "Listen asshole, you ain't shit! You're not emo, you're not indie, you're black hair is overdone, and you're a fucking poser."
Ryan -- "I don't appreciate the way you're talking to me right now. I'm calling the authoritees."
Me -- "I just want to talk to Ashlee."
Ashlee -- (comes to phone) "Hello."
Me -- "Hey Ashlee...member me? I served you at Johnny Rockets when you came here a few months ago. You ordered a chocolate banana milkshake and you complimented me on my hair. You gave me your number." (thats true)
Ashlee -- "Well, since this is a business number, I don't see why I would have given you this number??"
Me -- "Ashley, this makes me sad. You don't even remember your fans and I'm not very happy with the way you and our boyfriend are talking to me. I'm seriously about to break out into tears."
Ashlee -- "Okay, well have a happy New Year! Bye!"