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it's my strawberry letter for today.

And the subject is, is he really a loser?

Well, we'll find out.

We don't know right now, but we'll find out in just a few.

Right now, Junior is in for the nephew who is on vacation with today's prank phone call.

Good morning, Junior.

Yeah, yeah.

You're late today and everything, but let's go get to the prank.

I don't want to talk about it.

But it is.

Today's prank is lunchtime date. Lunchtime date. Don't know what it's about. We're going to hear right now, though. Okay. Ready, Kat? Hello? Hey, I'm trying to speak to Alan. Yeah, this is Alan. Who's this? Hey, Alan. Yo, this Derek, man. Check this out, bro. You are Rachel's, uh, Rachel's husband, right?

Yeah, yeah, yeah, that's my baby. What's up? Something wrong? No, no, no, no, no. I work, like I said, it's Derek, man. I work with your wife, Rachel. Right. You, you, you're a supervisor or something? I mean, is this about work something? I mean, she's doing a good job and everything. She ain't No, no, no, no, everything's straight, man.

Ain't nothing wrong with the job.

Everything's cool with the job.

This right here, man, is like what I notice, man, and it just seems like every single day, you know, while she's on her lunch break, it seems like, you know, you would call and then block up the whole hour of her lunch break. And actually, you know, just be real, man. I'm just trying to come correct with you. It just seem like you just cut in on all the time that I have, that I have with her. Well, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Hold up on me. Hold up. Hold up, bro. Wait. What the f*** you doing at lunch with my lady, son? Like I say, we just spending time, you know, doing lunchtime, but it just seems so rude, you know, that rude, rude, rude. You, you, okay, first of all, that's my lady, okay? I can call her whenever the, I feel like calling her. That's, I pay for that phone bill. I bought that iPhone five. I could get the call, whatever I'm a fucking,

all right?

Secondly,

you ain't got no business being with a married woman alone at lunch. This ain't no date. Y'all supposed to be at work. No, we are at work. Like I say, we call workers, you know? It seems like half the whole time. I'm sitting in front of her. You know, we're supposed to be having lunch together, and she's talking to you, the host.

Uh-uh.

Uh-uh.

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