Before we assume that ol’ Brandy here is some sort of serial wrong-number-giver-outer (that’s a term, right?), let’s assume that there’s an outside chance she just has a tough time remembering 10 numbers in a row. We’ve all been there. Just yesterday I forgot the pin to my card I’ve been using for years. It’s not important that I was drunk and the card was actually a Pink Berry fro-yo gift card from 6 years ago, I still forgot my pin.
This could be the case.
Or, and I’m just spitballing here, Brandy is kind of a bitch and purposely gives the same wrong number to every guy she flirts with because she apparently doesn’t know how to just say “no”. Whatever the situation might be, Brandy certainly owes this ‘wrong number’ a beer. Instead of boiling over with unbridled rage and tracking her down, this Zen Master trolls the copious amounts of men reaching out to her.