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Athlete Phone Sex Transcripts: Ron Artest by Shakεy

Deadspin commenter Karlifornia has agreed to become a contributor for this fine site. Here’s his first foray into Style Points literature.

artestyoyoCheerio, everyone. My name is Cornelius Bagley the Third. Let me indulge all of you with the fanciful tale of “CB-3”. I had a privileged childhood, culminating with a legacy entrance into Oxford University. I earned my degree in 4 months, the result of superior secondary schooling. I immigrated to America 22 years ago to work as a stockbroker. Possessing a vast knowledge of the inner workings of international finance, I quickly ascended the Wall Street ladder. I unfortunately could not overcome my addiction to what the proletariat refers to as “the common street whore”. I contracted a rare strain of herpes known only as “Simplex X”. It left me with ghastly sores all over my body and face. I was subsequently blackballed from Wall Street, and forced to find a lesser occupation.

That occupation I found was managing a phone sex company. I will now share with you the transcript of a call from a professional athlete by the name of Ron Artest. The thespian is a gorgeous bird that goes by the nom de phone sex of “Alexxxa”.

Alexxxa: Hey big daddy

Ron Artest: Sup.

Alexxxa: How you doin tonight, stud. You gonna tear me apart or what?

Ron Artest: What did you say? I got bad reception.

Alexxxa: I just wanted to know if you felt “UP” for a good time.

Ron Artest: Yeah, I guess I feel up for a good time. I know someone else who was always up for a good time. His name was Shawn. I played ball with him back in Queens. He got in a fight with some guy in the stands during one game. Motherfucker came out of the stands and shot Shawn in the face, right on the court. I got to the shoot the free throws for him, though, and we won state that night. I’ll never forget that shit.

Alexxxa: Ohhhh…Wow..Ok? Well you know what? I’m just lying in my bed right now, wearing a black lace teddy…..mmmmm..with a little black g-string. Where are you, baby?

Ron Artest: I can’t hear you too well. Like I said, we got no reception in here. I’m in the locker room. I got ejected in the second quarter. Punk ass towel boy stepped up to me during a timeout, saying some shit like “Hey, Ron, you need a towel, you look like you’re sweating a lot.”

I said to that lil’ bitch ass towel boy, “Sweatin’? Why the fuck would I be sweatin? You sayin I’m scared? Scared of what? Of you?” Then I picked his ass up and threw him over the bench, and that old bald ass Joey Crawford told me I was ejected. And for what? Some BULL-SHIT, that’s what.

Alexxxa: Oh……yeah? Well I’m sorry, baby. I just wanna make you feel better. How can Alexxxa make you feel better? Maybe I could take my hand, and slide it underneath those boxers

Ron Artest: Did you say boxers? I remember one time we were playin a pick up game against these amateur boxers in Rucker Park, and my boy Tony threw it down on this one brother’s head to win the game and smiled at him. Boxer dude ain’t like it. He punched Tony in the head so hard, both his eyeballs fell out. They was just ROLLIN AROUND on the concrete. I held him in my arms, and looked him right in his eye-sockets. I told him he was gonna be ok. Tony died like a minute later. Coroner said some shit about blunt force trauma killin him. Ain’t that about a bitch?

Alexxxa: Oh my god. I don’t even know what to say. Instead, I’m not gonna say anything. I’m just gonna take off my soaking wet panties…

Ron Artest: Oh yeah? Yeah, do that

Alexxxa: Yeah, then I’m gonna wrap my legs around your head, and-

Ron Artest: Funny you should say that, because one time my AAU team toured Japan and played all the best Chinese squads. They were some short motherfuckers, but they was quick. My boy Rayshon was D’ing up this little Chinese dude pretty hard, and one play he even stuffed him, and Rayshon was “ohhhhhh SHIT I just SAMURAI’D ya dumbass!”. Japanese dude just stood there and said some shit like “You have besmirched every member of the noble Yakitori family” or some shit, and then started flying around the gym and karate kicking everyone! The fans, the coaches! Then he got to Rayshon, did some crazy ass flips and shit, and the Chinese dude wrapped his Japanese legs around Lil Ray Ray’s head, and snapped his fuckin neck. It’s just part of the game, thoOOOOHHHHH SHIT! SHIT! RON RON CUMMIN! Oh daaaaaaaaaaamn.

Alexxxa: Yeah, that’s it, Ron-Ron. Let it all out for me.

Ron Artest: Got DAMN, that was good.

Alexxxa: Oh did you like that?

Ron Artest: Yeah, you know what, I haven’t—Oh shit, the game ended. Coach Adelman’s coming. He said if he caught me doing this in the locker room again, I’d have to do to extra suicides at practice next week. Damn, reminds me of this one cat that committed suicide during halftime back in Jamaica Plains….

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u had every right to bust ass!!!

Comment by nick

@Real_Ron_Artest:dude ur hilarious!!! great win tonight GO ROCKETS!!

Comment by mikedizzle249

woohoooooooooooo GO ROCKETS!! And you eat that KOBE BEEF ARTEST!

Comment by Amber

I ♥ RoN aRTeST. ThanX For PoSTiN This on uR TwiTTeR.
-@MissRobertson27

Comment by MissRobertson27

have yourself some Kobe Beef Ron!! Hell, you could eat Kobe’s kids if you felt like it!! LOL!!! Love you and The Rockets!! Win at game 7 Please!!

Comment by Robin

Hey Mike, tnakhs for pointing out the Eminem/Wayne collaboration. Surprisingly, I hadn't even heard of it yet.As for the layout, I think I'm going to keep what I've got right now and for the near future. But if I start adding more photos and things it would be advantageous to know how to change that on my blog, so, uhh, how did you do it?

Comment by Dayse

lolll. Damn i knew you was a good guy and there you prove me you’re really cool. Not the image of a savage guy who afraid everyone. Media talks shit fo sho. I like person and player like you. You put your heart on the game, your e tru warrior indeed. You’ve got all my admiration.
But be careful, koke’s beef must be expired. It’ll make you sick so don’t eat beacause Houston needs you. Bonne chance like we say in France, love you man.

Comment by flyinmoon

You guys where off the hook last night. Fuck kobe!!! Lakers are soft. We just need to come out on sunday and punch them boyz in da mouth from the jump. Just like the last game. ROCKETS

Comment by dboy6331

Lmao u are toooooo funny!! Who knew?

Comment by alymarie

Ron, you are a hot mess! I can’t believe you posted this.
Good game last night will be watching on Sunday.
Follow me;)
DiscountDeeva

Comment by tracy

Knock Kobe’s eyeballs out of socket then shove down Bynums throat! GET RED! That’s some funny shit though!

Comment by Paige

Rockets gonna do there thang!!!!!!!!!! Ya baby

Comment by marisa

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