Before you read this you should know that this Cblog is more truer than the othe 'Fake' Cblog claiming that they talked to Heath last. I was the one. Don't believe the lies. "Heath died of an overdose", "Heath committed suicide", 'Paris Hilton isn't really a dumb whore", and "Heath Ledger killed by River Pheonix!" This is the true story.



(Ron) Who diss?
(Heath) Hey Workman it's Heath what's up?
(Ron) What in the fuck is a 'Heaf?
(Heath) Heath Ledger asshole!
(Ron) Oh spit n' fuck!
(Heath) It's getting old Ron
(Ron) Wait, were you the spitter?

(Heath) Anyways, fuck, now I can't even remember why I called you.
(Ron) Maybe because you have a chilli recipe. I read that on forums and forums are never wrong ever.
(Heath) No, fuck I can't remember

long pause...

(Ron) Who is this?
(Heath) Hello?
(Ron) Are you banging that Olsen twin?
(Heath) HAHAHA Dude, C'mon
(Ron) I beat off to one of them and I want to make sure its not your old lady. But, actually, I do it to old Full House episodes so I cant tell for shit who is who anyways.
(Heath) Are you drunk?

(Heath) Hello?
(Ron) Who diss?
(Heath) HAHA you are fucked up
(Ron) Heaf?
(Heath) Anyways, I'll call you later when you aren't high, drunk, or busy.
(Heath) OK?

(Heath) Hello?

(Ron) NamelessTed sucks yo!
(Heath) Alright, I will talk to you later
(Ron) What?

(Heath) Click!

(Ron) Hey nigga dont go to sleep Christian Bale is going to...
(Operator) If you would like to make a call please hang up...
(Ron) Hey bitch! Put Heaf back on. I have to warn him about the future!
(Operator) Beep beep beep
(Ron) Stop playin with my phone. I don't like it when people play with my phone. Bitch tell Spit n' Fuck that there is another James Bond game in the works and it isn't for XBLA!

(Ron) Hello?

(Midget) Thanks for calling 1-900 lil fuck what would you like me to do for you?
(Ron) Can you dress up like E.T. as a girl and do that thing where his neck stretches and he screams like a fucking Ton-Ton?
(Midget) Click
(Ron) I have a trail of Reese's Pieces going up my leg!
(Ron) Hello?
(Ron) Well fuck you ya short shit, Im calling fucking Batman back

(Heath) Hello
(Ron) Hey, did you know that.... shit, who is this?
(Heath) It's Heath dude
(Ron) What in the Fuck's a Heaf?
(Heath) Click.
(Ron) I meant to call that other Batman guy anyways

(Phist) Hello
(Ron) Hey, get on Gtalk I have a picture of a guy in a wheelchair shooting a machine gun. Its fucking epic lulz fo shizzle
(Phist) You called to tell me that?
(Ron) OH, If you see a gay cowboy dressed like a clown walking around NYC can you warn him that Christian Bale and RiserGlen are going to kill him?

Long pause...

(Ron) Pleeeeeze!
(Phist) Shhhh. I'm watching two cats fuck.
(Ron) Oh Snap! Take pics
(Phist) Already am
(Ron) Imma call you back

(Heath) What now?
(Ron) Phist is watching cats fuck
(Heath) Oh snap! I'm on my way. Wait where does he live?
(Ron) I don't know. Brooklyn maybe? He's Asian. How hard can it be? Just go to Brooklyn and look for an Asian dude watching cats fuck.
(Heath) Damn, now I'm not going to be able to sleep.

[Next morning]

(Heath's phone) Housekeeping?
(Ron) Hey Rosa, it's Ron. Is Heath around?
(Rosa) Housekeeping?
(Ron) I NEED TO SPEAK TO HEATH!
(Rosa) You want me to fluff pillow?
(Ron) El Speako to Senor Heatho
(Rosa) Housekeeping?
(Ron) Bob Saget is in trouble! Do you have the phone number for Uncle Jesse?
(Rosa) Mr. Jesse no here.
(Ron) La meeeegra!
(Rosa) Click.



This may or may not be totally Tralse