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| a bit long ...but funny > > > 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 dialed what I thought was Robyn's number A man answered. > > "Hello." > > I politely said, "This is Chris. Could I please speak with Robyn?" > > Suddenly a manic voice yelled out in my ear, "There's no Robyn here, get > the right f**king number!" and the phone was slammed down on me. I > couldn't believe that anyone could be so rude! > > > > When I tracked down Robyn's correct number to call her, I found that I > had accidentally transposed the last two digits. 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 *******!" and > hung up. > I wrote his number down with the word '*******' 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 *******!" ...It always > cheered me up. > When Caller ID was introduced, I thought my therapeutic > "******* calling" would have to stop. So, I called his number and said, > "Hi, this is John Smith from Verizon. I'm calling 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 *******!" > > > So a few months later I was at the store, getting ready to pull into a > parking spot when 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, but the ******* just turned and had the nerve to > flip me the bird. I noticed a "For Sale" sign in his back window, which > included his phone number, so I wrote down the number. A couple of days > later, right after calling the first ******* (I had his number on speed > dial), I thought that I'd better call the BMW *******, too. > I said, "Is this the man with the black BMW for sale?" > "Yes, it is," he said. > "Can you tell me where I can see it?" I asked. > "Yes, I live at 34 Mowbray Blvd., in Ventura. 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 *******!" Then I hung up, and added his number > to my speed dial. > Now, when I had a problem, I had two *******s to call. > > Then I came up with an idea... I called ******* #1. > "Hello." > "You're an *******!" 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?" > "*******, I live at 34 Mowbray Blvd in Ventura, 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, *******," and hung up. > Then I called ******* #2. > > "Hello?" he said. > "Hello, *******!" 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, *******, here's your chance. I'm coming > over right now." > Then I hung up and immediately called the police, saying that > I lived at 34 Mowbray Blvd, Ventura, and that I was on my way over there > to kill my gay lover. Then I called Channel 9 News about the gang war > going down in Mowbray Blvd., Ventura. > I quickly got into my car and headed over to Mowbray. I got > there just in time to watch the two *******s beating the crap out of each > other in front of six cop cars, an overhead police helicopter, and a news > crew. > NOW I feel much better. > Anger Management really works.... >
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