drunken dialing

The last man I dated with any regularity turned out to be a really drunk looser. I think I have told bits and pieces of that. When I broke off with him, I had to change my cellphone number, because he was texting me all these foul messages, a lot. So, I changed it, and the only people that have my cell number are My mother and sisters, work, and Deb. Its not that I won't give it out, its just that I haven't needed to. All the men that are currently toying with me are using my landline, for the moment.
I was sitting here the other day, and noticed I had a message on my cell. From 1:55 in the morning. Here is a general replay of said message: (person slurring, obviously drunk.)
-Using my first name, twice (my voice mail message id's me. Maybe I should change that.)"Right now, right now! M-f'in' Bob, Bob, Water, we was Wheelin' Bob, hits a wall, wheelin' M-f'er Goin' home, Goin' home, we got it done, done. comin' home. Comin home. Did I tell you how beautiful you are? M'f-in Stuck. I Love You- Goodbye".
Or some such nonsense. WTF? I laughed so hard I cried. Some fool drunk dialing, more than like. Hopefully I won't read a newspaper today, about some fool named Bob and his cousin Jethro who were out 4 wheelin' somewhere, hit a wall, ended up in a puddle, and died, after making one, last call on their cell phone.