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Anger Management

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,
but you know deserves it.

I was sitting at my desk when I remembered
a phone call I'd forgotten to make.

I found the number and dialled it.

A man answered, saying
'Hello.'

I politely said,
'This is Chris.
Could I please speak with Robyn Carter?'

Suddenly a manic voice yelled out in my ear
'Get the right f***ing 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 as$hole!'
and hung up.

I wrote his number down with the word 'a$shole' 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 a$shole!'

It always cheered me up.

When Caller ID was introduced,
I thought my therapeutic 'a$shole'
calling would have to stop.

So, I called his number and said,
'Hi, this is John Smith from the telephone company.
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 a$shole!'
and hung up.

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,
but the idiot ignored me.

I noticed a 'For Sale ' sign in his back window,
so I wrote down his number.

A couple of days later,
right after calling the first as$hole
(I had his number on speed dial,)
I thought that I'd better call the BMW a$shole, too.

I said,
'Is this the man with the black BMW for sale?'

He said,
It's a yellow ranch style house and the car's parked right out in front.'

I asked,
'What's your name?'

He said,
'My name is Don Hansen,'

I asked,
'When's a good time to catch you, Don?'

He said,
'I'm home every evening after five.'

I said,
'Listen, Don, can I tell you something?'

He said,
'Yes?'

I said,
'Don, you're an as$hole!'

Then I hung up,
and added his number to my speed dial, too.

Now, when I had a problem,
I had two as$holes to call.

Then I came up with an idea...

I called as$hole #1.

He said,
'Hello.'

I said,
'You're an a$shole!'
(But I didn't hang up.)

He asked,
'Are you still there?'

I said,
'Yeah!'

He screamed,
'Stop calling me,'

I said,
'Make me,'

He asked,
'Who are you?'

I said,
'My name is Don Hansen.'

He said,
'Yeah? Where do you live?'

I said,
'A$shole, I live at 34 Oaktree Blvd , in Fairfax ,
a yellow ranch style home and
I have a 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, a$shole,'
and hung up.

Then I called A$shole #2.

He said,
'Hello?'

I said,
'Hello, a$shole,'

He yelled,
'If I ever find out who you are...'

I said,
'You'll what?'

He exclaimed,
'I'll kick you’re a$s,'

I answered,
'Well, as$hole, 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 Oaktree Blvd , in Fairfax ,
and that I was on my way over there to kill my gay lover.

Then I called Channel 7 News
about the gang war going down in Oaktree Blvd in Fairfax ..

I quickly got into my car and headed over to Fairfax ..

I got there just in time to watch two as$holes
beating the crap out of each other
in front of six cop cars, an overhead news helicopter
and surrounded by a news crew.

NOW I feel much better.

Anger management really does work.

hahah brilliant ;-)

heh, manipulacyjny majstersztyk.

utterly delicious!

Wg. mnie idiota! Ciekawe, gdyby jeden drugiego zabił...

Agusia..
Relax.:-))))

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o dwoch furiatow mniej - jeden w puszce, drugi na tamtym swiecie.

myślę, że furiat to ten który całą tę historyję zmajstrował ;)
"entelegentny" z niego facio :twisted:

Agusia1983 to selekcja naturalna :lol: :lol: :lol:
Briliant :lol:

Pewnej nocy patrol policyjny czatował pod pewnym pubem motocyklistów na potencjalnych sprawców naruszenia przepisów jazdy-pod-wpływem. Krótko przed zamknięciem spostrzegli motocyklistę, który wytoczył się na mientkich nogach z baru, przetoczył sie po wszystkich motocyklach próbując dopasować kluczyk do 5 różnych motocykli, zanim znalazł swój. Kiedy wreszcie go znalazł, usiadł na nim i siedział przez kilka minut kołysząc się ze spuszczoną głową i zerkając spode łba jak by się stąd wydostać. Wszyscy już opuścili bar i odjechali. W końcu i on dopasował sobie kask do głowy i telepiąc się okrutnie odpalił motocykl i zaczął powoli jechać. Policjanci tylko na to czekali - zgarneli chłopa z motocykla i poddali badaniu alkomatem. Po chwili oczekiwania wyświetlił się wynik: 0,0. Wkurzeni policjanci zaczeli dopytywać się - jak to mogło być, może się zaciął itp. Motocyklista na to spokojnie: - Wszystko ok, dzisiaj ja jestem dyżurnym do odwracania uwagi...

A ja niestety nie radzę sobie tak dobrze z tym językiem :(

heh, dzieki. niezla anegdotka :D