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Hi! John’s answering machine is broken. This is his refrigerator. Please speak very slowly, and I’ll stick your message to myself with one of these magnets.

Hello, this is Ron’s toaster. Ron’s new answering machine is in the shop for repairs, so please leave your message when the toast is done… (Cachunk!)

Hello, this is Sally’s microwave. Her answering machine just eloped with her tape deck, so I’m stuck taking her calls. Say, if you want anything cooked while you leave your message, just hold it up to the phone.

Hi, I’m not home right now but my answering machine is, so you can talk to it instead. Wait for the beep.

You know what I hate about answering machine messages? They go on and on, wasting your time. I mean, all they really need to say is, “We aren’t in, leave a message.” That’s why I’ve decided to keep mine simple and short. I pledge to you, my caller, that you will never have to suffer through another long answering machine message when you call me.

(Drawling granny voice:) Way back inna winner of fifty-two, we didn’ have fanshy gadjets like no ansherin’ machine. You jusht had to call and call until shummbody got home. Now, shum people, dey shay dey don’ like ‘em, but I shay it’ll shave you a lotta trouble if you jusht leave a meshage. Thanksh a lot.

You have reached 934-2435. We picked this machine up at a garage sale in “as-is” condition. You can try to leave a message on it, but we are not sure it will be recorded. If we don’t return your call, it means the machine did not work.

Hello. I’m David’s answering machine. What are you?

Hi, this is John’s answering machine. He’s not here, but I’m open to suggestions.

Hello. You are talking to a machine. I am capable of receiving messages. My owners do not need siding, windows, or a hot tub, and their carpets are clean. They give to charity through the office and don’t need their picture taken. If you’re still with me, leave your name and number and they will get back to you.

Thank you for calling 434-2322. If you wish to speak to Tim, push 1 on your touch tone phone now. If you wish to speak to Lynn, push 2 on your touch tone phone now. If you have a wrong number, push 3 on your touch tone phone now. All of this button pushing doesn’t do anything, but it is a good way to work off anger, and it makes us feel like we have a big time phone system.

(Very fast:) Hi, this is 904-4344. If you want to leave a message, please wait for the tone. If you want to leave your name and number, please press pound, press 3, then dial your name, then press 6 and dial your number. If you want to leave your name and just a message, press star, press 6, ask for extension 4443, then leave your name and message. If you want to leave your number and the time you called, please press star twice, spin in a circle, press 1 twice, talk loud and BEEP

“You have called 655-9229. If you are my mom, I will write you as soon as I can, I promise. If you are my son, sorry, I am broke too. If you are a friend, leave a message after the tone. If you are a salesman…FORGET IT.”

This is not an answering machine — this is a telepathic thought-recording device. After the tone, think about your name, your reason for calling, and a number where I can reach you, and I’ll think about returning your call.

(In a bored voice:) Heaven, God speaking…

Hello, epicenter of the Universe, God speaking. If you leave your name, number, and prayer after the tone, I will call you back as soon as I can. Please note that I answer all prayers, but sometimes the answer is NO. Bless you, my child, and have a nice day.

Hello, this is Death. I am not in right now, but if you leave your name and number, I’ll be right with you.

Greetings, you have reached the Sixth Sense Detective Agency. We know how you are and what you want, so at the sound of the tone, please hang up.

Hello. I’m home right now but cannot find the phone. Please leave a message and I will call you up as soon as I find it.

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Brooke Marquis stood in front of her full-length mirror checking out her ensemble for the big game. The Raiders have had a great season so far, and Brooke has been to every game, cheering them on with her best friends; Eden, Jordan, and Zoe, Jordan being the one enjoying the games the most, as she was sportiest of the four friends. The other girls go to the basketball games only to look at and rate the boys on the team. Brooke secretly really wanted The Raiders to win because of her best- guy –friend Nathen was on the team. Her outfit consisted of dark-wash skinny jeans, navy ballet top (navy being the school colors), jacket-Hoody from Aeropostale, and Gucci’s newest shoe the “Strappies”. She was sure to please as she always did. Brooke stepped out of the aloe-foot-bath mix that she had gotten from Bed Bath Beyond when she and her friends went to the mall, onto what seemed like a runway of towels leading to her bathroom (ivory as her room was) with white-as-snow counter, tile, bathtub, and shower. She carefully patted dry her feet; if she were to rub them with a towel it would make skin on her feet and ankles wrinkle and sag. She then slipped on the “Strappies” and was ready to go to the game. “Brooke”, said a smooth, man, voice from the black speaker (the only color in her all-white room) “ I’m going to send your friends up there. Are you decent?” Brooke pressed in the black button, “Yeah just send them up Mark, thanks” Mark was the Marquis’s Butler/ Driver. He was old but he didn’t show it with his fitted suit he wears every day on the job. Brooke has often thought about how many suits he owns seeing that he wears that outfit seven days a week. Her friends busted through her door and all said hey or hi at slightly different times. Eden Lowe, being the fashion czar looked at Brooke’s outfit and nodded in complete approval. Zoe complemented her on her outfit then quickly went back to eating her South Beach diet meal. “ Z why are you sooo worried about your weight, your hawt!” said Brooke “ Brooke look at this”, she said lifting the tail of her shirt and pinching her “Barely There Belly” “ I am in need of losing, like, at least 10 pounds if I want to fit into ANYTHING in the Aero sale Monday” “ Whatev Z shut up you look fine!” added Jordan than went back to talking to Eden about something that Brooke was oblivious of, trying to focus on her outfit and Zoe. Sometimes Brooke wondered if Zoe looked at the magazine’s photo shopped models with spray tans, and fake abs and felt insecure. She quickly shook off those thoughts, because NO ONE in the group was ever insecure. Everyone was pretty, had friends and family, had money. What Else? Brooke heard a loud eruption of laughs coming from across her solid white room. “What Happened?” Brooke giggle shouted. “I think Eden has officially lost her mind!” Jordan Yelled “She is actually thinking about saying yes to Chayse Wilson’s offer to go out with her!” Brooke was not surprised at this. She knew how Chayse worked. First he would use Eden to get Abby Cross (head cheerleader) jealous. Once she was, he would just leave Eden out in the cold. And then the cycle would continue over and over. “Eden, Chayse is a creep!” Yelled Zoe in between bites of her meal. “Yeah Eden he uses you more than a towel after a long soak in the hot tub.” Said Brooke. Brooke really wanted to get the discussion off of Eden and onto something else.

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Brooke Marquis stood in front of her full-length mirror checking out her ensemble for the big game. The Raiders have had a great season so far, and Brooke has been to every game, cheering them on with her best friends; Eden, Jordan, and Zoe, Jordan being the one enjoying the games the most, as she was sportiest of the four friends. The other girls go to the basketball games only to look at and rate the boys on the team. Brooke secretly really wanted The Raiders to win because of her best- guy –friend Nathen was on the team. Her outfit consisted of dark-wash skinny jeans, navy ballet top (navy being the school colors), jacket-Hoody from Aeropostale, and Gucci’s newest shoe the “Strappies”. She was sure to please as she always did. Brooke stepped out of the aloe-foot-bath mix that she had gotten from Bed Bath Beyond when she and her friends went to the mall, onto what seemed like a runway of towels leading to her bathroom (ivory as her room was) with white-as-snow counter, tile, bathtub, and shower. She carefully patted dry her feet; if she were to rub them with a towel it would make skin on her feet and ankles wrinkle and sag. She then slipped on the “Strappies” and was ready to go to the game. “Brooke”, said a smooth, man, voice from the black speaker (the only color in her all-white room) “ I’m going to send your friends up there. Are you decent?” Brooke pressed in the black button, “Yeah just send them up Mark, thanks” Mark was the Marquis’s Butler/ Driver. He was old but he didn’t show it with his fitted suit he wears every day on the job. Brooke has often thought about how many suits he owns seeing that he wears that outfit seven days a week. Her friends busted through her door and all said hey or hi at slightly different times. Eden Lowe, being the fashion czar looked at Brooke’s outfit and nodded in complete approval. Zoe complemented her on her outfit then quickly went back to eating her South Beach diet meal. “ Z why are you sooo worried about your weight, your hawt!” said Brooke “ Brooke look at this”, she said lifting the tail of her shirt and pinching her “Barely There Belly” “ I am in need of losing, like, at least 10 pounds if I want to fit into ANYTHING in the Aero sale Monday” “ Whatev Z shut up you look fine!” added Jordan than went back to talking to Eden about something that Brooke was oblivious of, trying to focus on her outfit and Zoe. Sometimes Brooke wondered if Zoe looked at the magazine’s photo shopped models with spray tans, and fake abs and felt insecure. She quickly shook off those thoughts, because NO ONE in the group was ever insecure. Everyone was pretty, had friends and family, had money. What Else? Brooke heard a loud eruption of laughs coming from across her solid white room. “What Happened?” Brooke giggle shouted. “I think Eden has officially lost her mind!” Jordan Yelled “She is actually thinking about saying yes to Chayse Wilson’s offer to go out with her!” Brooke was not surprised at this. She knew how Chayse worked. First he would use Eden to get Abby Cross (head cheerleader) jealous. Once she was, he would just leave Eden out in the cold. And then the cycle would continue over and over. “Eden, Chayse is a creep!” Yelled Zoe in between bites of her meal. “Yeah Eden he uses you more than a towel after a long soak in the hot tub.” Said Brooke. Brooke really wanted to get the discussion off of Eden and onto something else.

Joke : Funny answering machine messages part 1 – Is this worthy of a star ?

Hi! John’s answering machine is broken. This is his refrigerator. Please speak very slowly, and I’ll stick your message to myself with one of these magnets.

# Hello, this is Ron’s toaster. Ron’s new answering machine is in the shop for repairs, so please leave your message when the toast is done… (Cachunk!)

# Hello, this is Sally’s microwave. Her answering machine just eloped with her tape deck, so I’m stuck taking her calls. Say, if you want anything cooked while you leave your message, just hold it up to the phone.

# Hi, I’m not home right now but my answering machine is, so you can talk to it instead. Wait for the beep.

# You know what I hate about answering machine messages? They go on and on, wasting your time. I mean, all they really need to say is, “We aren’t in, leave a message.” That’s why I’ve decided to keep mine simple and short. I pledge to you, my caller, that you will never have to suffer through another long answering machine message when you call me.

# (Drawling granny voice:) Way back inna winner of fifty-two, we didn’ have fanshy gadjets like no ansherin’ machine. You jusht had to call and call until shummbody got home. Now, shum people, dey shay dey don’ like ‘em, but I shay it’ll shave you a lotta trouble if you jusht leave a meshage. Thanksh a lot.

# You have reached 934-2435. We picked this machine up at a garage sale in “as-is” condition. You can try to leave a message on it, but we are not sure it will be recorded. If we don’t return your call, it means the machine did not work.

# Hello. I’m David’s answering machine. What are you?

# Hi, this is John’s answering machine. He’s not here, but I’m open to suggestions.

# Hello. You are talking to a machine. I am capable of receiving messages. My owners do not need siding, windows, or a hot tub, and their carpets are clean. They give to charity through the office and don’t need their picture taken. If you’re still with me, leave your name and number and they will get back to you.

# Thank you for calling 434-2322. If you wish to speak to Tim, push 1 on your touch tone phone now. If you wish to speak to Lynn, push 2 on your touch tone phone now. If you have a wrong number, push 3 on your touch tone phone now. All of this button pushing doesn’t do anything, but it is a good way to work off anger, and it makes us feel like we have a big time phone system.

# (Very fast:) Hi, this is 904-4344. If you want to leave a message, please wait for the tone. If you want to leave your name and number, please press pound, press 3, then dial your name, then press 6 and dial your number. If you want to leave your name and just a message, press star, press 6, ask for extension 4443, then leave your name and message. If you want to leave your number and the time you called, please press star twice, spin in a circle, press 1 twice, talk loud and BEEP

# “You have called 655-9229. If you are my mom, I will write you as soon as I can, I promise. If you are my son, sorry, I am broke too. If you are a friend, leave a message after the tone. If you are a salesman…FORGET IT.”

# This is not an answering machine — this is a telepathic thought-recording device. After the tone, think about your name, your reason for calling, and a number where I can reach you, and I’ll think about returning your call.

# (In a bored voice:) Heaven, God speaking…

# Hello, epicenter of the Universe, God speaking. If you leave your name, number, and prayer after the tone, I will call you back as soon as I can. Please note that I answer all prayers, but sometimes the answer is NO. Bless you, my child, and have a nice day.

# Hello, this is Death. I am not in right now, but if you leave your name and number, I’ll be right with you.

# Greetings, you have reached the Sixth Sense Detective Agency. We know how you are and what you want, so at the sound of the tone, please hang up.

# Hello. I’m home right now but cannot find the phone. Please leave a message and I will call you up as soon as I find it.

# I can’t come to the phone now because I have amnesia and I feel stupid talking to people I don’t remember. I’d appreciate it if you could help me out by leaving my name and telling me something about myself. Thanks.

# I can’t come to the phone right now because I’m down in the basement printing up a fresh new batch of twenty dollar bills. If you need any money, or if you just want to check out my handiwork, please leave your name, number, and how much cash you need after the tone. If you’re from the Department of the Treasury, please ignore this message.

# Hi. I’m probably home, I’m just avoiding someone I don’t like. Leave me a message, and if I don’t call back, it’s you.

# Hi there. This is Joe speaking. I’m home right now, and in a moment, I’ll have a decision to make. Leave your name and number and I’ll be thinking about it…

# Bob here. I’m home right now, I’m just screening my calls. So start talking and if you’re s

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The Marquis House

Brooke Marquis stood in front of her full-length mirror checking out her ensemble for the big game. The Raiders have had a great season so far, and Brooke has been to every game, cheering them on with her best friends; Eden, Jordan, and Zoe, Jordan being the one enjoying the games the most, as she was sportiest of the four friends. The other girls go to the basketball games only to look at and rate the boys on the team. Brooke secretly really wanted The Raiders to win because of her best- guy –friend Nathen was on the team. Her outfit consisted of dark-wash skinny jeans, navy ballet top (navy being the school colors), jacket-Hoody from Aeropostale, and Gucci’s newest shoe the “Strappies”. She was sure to please as she always did. Brooke stepped out of the aloe-foot-bath mix that she had gotten from Bed Bath Beyond when she and her friends went to the mall, onto what seemed like a runway of towels leading to her bathroom (ivory as her room was) with white-as-snow counter, tile, bathtub, and shower. She carefully patted dry her feet; if she were to rub them with a towel it would make skin on her feet and ankles wrinkle and sag. She then slipped on the “Strappies” and was ready to go to the game. “Brooke”, said a smooth, man, voice from the black speaker (the only color in her all-white room) “ I’m going to send your friends up there. Are you decent?” Brooke pressed in the black button, “Yeah just send them up Mark, thanks” Mark was the Marquis’s Butler/ Driver. He was old but he didn’t show it with his fitted suit he wears every day on the job. Brooke has often thought about how many suits he owns seeing that he wears that outfit seven days a week. Her friends busted through her door and all said hey or hi at slightly different times. Eden Lowe, being the fashion czar looked at Brooke’s outfit and nodded in complete approval. Zoe complemented her on her outfit then quickly went back to eating her South Beach diet meal. “ Z why are you sooo worried about your weight, your hawt!” said Brooke “ Brooke look at this”, she said lifting the tail of her shirt and pinching her “Barely There Belly” “ I am in need of losing, like, at least 10 pounds if I want to fit into ANYTHING in the Aero sale Monday” “ Whatev Z shut up you look fine!” added Jordan than went back to talking to Eden about something that Brooke was oblivious of, trying to focus on her outfit and Zoe. Sometimes Brooke wondered if Zoe looked at the magazine’s photo shopped models with spray tans, and fake abs and felt insecure. She quickly shook off those thoughts, because NO ONE in the group was ever insecure. Everyone was pretty, had friends and family, had money. What Else? Brooke heard a loud eruption of laughs coming from across her solid white room. “What Happened?” Brooke giggle shouted. “I think Eden has officially lost her mind!” Jordan Yelled “She is actually thinking about saying yes to Chayse Wilson’s offer to go out with her!” Brooke was not surprised at this. She knew how Chayse worked. First he would use Eden to get Abby Cross (head cheerleader) jealous. Once she was, he would just leave Eden out in the cold. And then the cycle would continue over and over. “Eden, Chayse is a creep!” Yelled Zoe in between bites of her meal. “Yeah Eden he uses you more than a towel after a long soak in the hot tub.” Said Brooke. Brooke really wanted to get the discussion off of Eden and onto something else.

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this is just the first page it is a novella about 4 girls who basically are the most popular of their school