The Bird Show.

I think what we're looking for here is for women to call us up.

Look, you know what you're doing is wrong.

Mm-hmm.

You know that you're invading your man's privacy, but you're doing it anyway.

And you know it's crazy, but you're doing it anyway.

All right.

Here's where we start.

I just wanted to know if there's anyone else besides me who checks her boyfriend's messages on his cell phone and he doesn't know it.

I do it faithfully at least five times a day, maybe more if I'm bored just to see who and what is calling him.

I know that it's an invasion of privacy, but I don't care.

I do trust him.

Listen to this.

I do trust him. Right. But I am a firm

believer that it's not what you say, but what you don't. And he has not said or done anything

in the past or present for me to believe otherwise. I'm just nosy. La la la la la la. P.S. When there is

something that I am curious about, I make up fictitious stories to see if he will bring up something that I heard on his voicemail.

And if it is something that I deem unimportant, I will erase it as it never occurred.

Oh, my God. If I could quote the ghost from Amityville horror, get out.

Serious, man. Oh, God. Well, what I'm confused about is if she

gets into her boyfriend's voicemail and checks it, how does he ever get his messages? Maybe she

saves it as new? You never know. You have to like save messages on my cell phone and it goes right

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