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When you occasionally have a really bad day, and you just need to<br/>> take<br/>>>>it out on someone, don't take it out on someone you know, take it out<br/>> on<br/>>>>someone you don't know.<br/>>>><br/>>>> I was sitting at my desk when I remembered a phone call I'd<br/>> forgotten to<br/>>>>make. I found the number and dialed it. A man answered, saying<br/>> "Hello."<br/>>>><br/>>>> I politely said, "Could I please speak with Robyn?"<br/>>>><br/>>>> Suddenly a manic voice yelled out in my ear "Get the right f**ing<br/>>>>number!" and the phone was slammed down on me.<br/>>>><br/>>>> I couldn't believe that anyone could be so rude. When I tracked down<br/>> <br/>>>>Robyn's correct number to call her, I found that I had accidentally<br/>>>>transposed the last two digits.<br/>>>><br/>>>> After hanging up with her, I decided to call the 'wrong' number<br/>> again.<br/>>>><br/>>>> When the same guy answered the phone, I yelled "You're an asshole!"<br/>> and<br/>>>>hung up. I wrote his number down with the word 'asshole' next to it,<br/>> and<br/>>>>put it in my desk drawer.<br/>>>><br/>>>> Every couple of weeks, when I was paying bills or had a really bad<br/>> day,<br/>>>>I'd call him up and yell, "You're an asshole!"<br/>>>><br/>>>> It always cheered me up.<br/>>>><br/>>>> When Caller ID was introduced, I thought my therapeutic "asshole<br/>>>>calling" would have to stop.<br/>>>><br/>>>> So, I called his number and said, "Hi, this is John Smith from the<br/>>>>Verizon. I'm calling to see if you're familiar with our Caller ID <br/>>>>Program?"<br/>>>><br/>>>> He yelled "NO!" and slammed down the phone.<br/>>>><br/>>>> I quickly called him back and said, "That's because you're an<br/>> asshole!"<br/>>>><br/>>>> One day I was at the store, getting ready to pull into a parking<br/>> spot.<br/>>>>Some guy in a black BMW cut me off and pulled into the spot I had<br/>>>>patiently waited for. I hit the horn and yelled that I'd been waiting <br/>>>>for that<br/>> spot,<br/>>>>but the idiot ignored me. I noticed a "For Sale" sign in his back<br/>> window<br/>>>>which included his phone number, so I wrote down the number.<br/>>>><br/>>>> A couple of days later, right after calling the first asshole (I had<br/>> his<br/>>>>number on speed dial) I thought that I'd better call the BMW asshole,<br/>> too.<br/>>>>I said, "Is this the man with the black BMW for sale?"<br/>>>><br/>>>> "Yes, it is", he said.<br/>>>><br/>>>> "Can you tell me where I can see it?" I asked.<br/>>>><br/>>>> "Yes, I live at 34 Mowbray Blvd, in Vaucluse. It's a yellow house,<br/>> and<br/>>>>the car's parked right out in front."<br/>>>><br/>>>> "What's your name?" I asked.<br/>>>><br/>>>> "My name is Don Hansen," he said.<br/>>>><br/>>>> "When's a good time to catch you, Don?"<br/>>>><br/>>>> "I'm home every evening after five."<br/>>>><br/>>>> "Listen, Don, can I tell you something?"<br/>>>><br/>>>> "Yes?"<br/>>>><br/>>>> "Don, you're an asshole!" Then I hung up, and added his number to my<br/>> <br/>>>>speed dial, too.<br/>>>><br/>>>> Now, when I had a problem, I had two assholes to call. Then I came<br/>> up<br/>>>>with an idea. I called Asshole .1.<br/>>>><br/>>>> "Hello."<br/>>>><br/>>>> "You're an asshole!" (But I didn't hang up.)<br/>>>><br/>>>> "Are you still there?" he asked.<br/>>>><br/>>>> "Yeah," I said.<br/>>>><br/>>>> "Stop calling me," he screamed.<br/>>>><br/>>>> "Make me," I said.<br/>>>><br/>>>> "Who are you?" he asked.<br/>>>><br/>>>> "My name is Don Hansen."<br/>>>><br/>>>> "Yeah? Where do you live?"<br/>>>><br/>>>> "Asshole, I live at 34 Mowbray Blvd, Vaucluse, a yellow house, with<br/>> my<br/>>>>black Beamer parked in front."<br/>>>><br/>>>> He said, "I'm coming over right now, Don. And you had better start<br/>>>>saying your prayers."<br/>>>><br/>>>> I said, "Yeah, like I'm really scared, asshole," and hung up.<br/>>>><br/>>>> Then I called Asshole ..2. "Hello?" he said.<br/>>>><br/>>>> "Hello, asshole," I said.<br/>>>><br/>>>> He yelled, "If I ever find out who you are..."<br/>>>><br/>>>> "You'll what?" I said.<br/>>>><br/>>>> "I'll kick your ass," he exclaimed.<br/>>>><br/>>>> I answered, "Well, asshole, here's your chance. I'm coming over<br/>> right<br/>>>>now."<br/>>>><br/>>>> Then I hung up and immediately called the police, saying that I<br/>> lived at<br/>>>>34 Mowbray Blvd, Vaucluse, and that I was on my way over there to kill<br/>> my<br/>>>>gay lover. Then I called Channel 9 News about the gang war going down<br/>> in<br/>>>>Mowbray Blvd, Vaucluse.<br/>>>><br/>>>> I quickly got into my car and headed over to Mowbray. I got there<br/>> just<br/>>>>in time to watch two assholes beating the crap out of each other in<br/>> front<br/>>>>of six cop cars, an overhead police helicopter and a news crew.<br/>>>><br/>>>> NOW I feel much better.<br/>>>><br/>>>> Anger management really works...<br/> |
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