Anger management

by unbeliever 4 Replies latest social humour

  • unbeliever
    unbeliever

    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.
    >
    > It all started one day when I was sitting at my
    desk and remembered a phone call I had forgotten to
    make. I found the number and dialed it.
    >
    > A man answered, saying, "Hello."
    >
    > I politely said, "This is Chris. May 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 just
    calling to see if you're interested in the Caller ID
    program?"
    >
    > He yelled "NO!" and slammed the phone down.
    >
    > 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 had been
    waiting for the 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 I had 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?"
    >
    > "My name is Don Burgemeyer," 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 screamed back.
    >
    > "Who are you?" he demanded.
    >
    > "My name is Don Burgemeyer."
    >
    > "Yeah? Where do you live?"
    >
    > "I live at 1802 West 34th Street, ASSHOLE! It's a
    yellow house, with my black beemer parked in front."
    >
    > He said, "I'm coming over there 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...again, without hanging
    up.
    >
    > He yelled, "If I ever find out who you are!"
    >
    > "Yeah, 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 home to kill my gay lover.
    >
    > Then I called Channel 9 News to let them know
    about the 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 better.
    >
    > Anger management really works!!!

  • little1
    little1

    That's hilarious!

  • Aude_Sapere
    Aude_Sapere

    Tell me you didn't really do this...

    (SOO Funny though. I spit water on my monitor!!)

  • unbeliever
    unbeliever
    Tell me you didn't really do this...

    Oh gawd no. I got this in a forward. I don't think it's true.

  • crazzae`face
    crazzae`face

    OMG! i cant stop laughing about that! Did you seriously got that far???

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