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When you occasionally have a really bad day, and you just need to
take it out on someone, don't take it out on someone you know, take it
out on someone you don't know.
I was sitting at my desk when I remembered a phone call I'd forgotten to
make. I found the number and dialed it. A man answered, saying
"Hello." I politely said, "This is Chris. Could I please speak
with Robin Carter?" Suddenly the phone was slammed down on me. I couldn't believe
that anyone could be so rude.
I tracked down Robin's correct number and called her. I had transposed the
last two digits of her phone number. After hanging up with her, I decided
to call the 'wrong' number again. When the same guy answered
the phone, I yelled "You're an asshole!" and hung up.
I wrote his number down with the word 'asshole' next to it, and put
it in my desk drawer. Every couple of weeks, when I was paying
bills or had a really bad day, I'd call him up and yell, "You're an
asshole!" It always cheered me up.
When Caller ID came to our area, I thought my therapeutic
'asshole'
calling would have to stop. So, I called his number and said, "Hi, this is John
Smith from the telephone company. I'm callin to see if you're familiar
with our Caller ID Program?" He yelled "NO!" and slammed down the phone.
I quickly called him back and said, "That's because you're an
asshole!" One day I was at the store, getting ready to pull into a parking
spot. Some guy in a black BMW cut me off and pulled into the spot I
had patiently waited for.
I hit the horn and yelled that I'd been waiting for that spot.The idiot ignored me.
I noticed a "For Sale" sign in his car window,so I wrote down
his number. A couple of days later, right after calling the first asshole
( I had his number on speed dial,) I thought that I'd better call the BMW
asshole,too. I said, "Is this the man with the black BMW for sale?"
Yes, it is." can you tell me where I can see it?"
Yes, I live at 1802 West 34th Street. It's a yellow house, and
the car's parked right out in front."
What's your name?" I asked. 'My name is Don Hansen," he said.
"When's a good time to catch you, Don?"
"I'm home every evening after five."
Listen, Don, can I tell you something?" Yes?"
"Don, you're an asshole." Then I hung up, and added his number
to my speed dial, too. Now, when I had a problem, I had two assholes to
call.
But after several months of calling them, it wasn't as
enjoyable as
it used to be. So, I came up with an idea. I called Asshole #1.
"Hello."
"You're an asshole!" (But I didn't hang up.)
Are you still there?" he asked.
Yeah," I said. Stop calling me," he screamed.
Make me," I said. "Who are you?" he asked.
"My name is Don Hansen."
"Yeah? Where do you live?"
Asshole, I live at 1802 West 34th Street, a yellow house, with my
black Beamer parked in front."
He said, "I'm coming over right now, Don. And you had better
start saying your prayers."
I said, "Yeah, like I'm really scared, asshole." Then I called Asshole #2. "Hello?" he said.
Hello, asshole," I said.
He yelled, "If I ever find out who you are..."
You'll what?" I said.
I'll kick your ass," he exclaimed.
I answered, "Well, asshole, here's your chance. I'm coming
over right now." Then I hung up and immediately called the police, saying that
I lived at 1802 West 34th Street, and that I was on my way over there to
kill my gay lover.
Then I called Channel 13 News about the gang war going down on
West 34th Street.
I quickly got into my car and headed over to 34th street.
There I saw two assholes beating the crap out of each other in front of six
squad cars,a police helicopter and a news crew.
NOW I feel much better. Anger management really works
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2004-08-15, 05:35 PM
thats one of the best things I've ever heard.
pwnd.
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