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Discaimer: No I didn't do this. I got it emailed to me by a friend of mine.
I was sitting at my desk one day, 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 Fred. Could I please speak with Robert Campbell?" Suddenly a maniac voice yelled out in my ear "Get the right f**kin' number!" and the phone was slammed down on me. I couldn't believe that anyone could be so rude. When I tracked down Robert's correct number to call him, I found that I had accidentally transposed the last two numbers.
After hanging up with Robert, I decided to call the 'wrong' number again.
When the same guy answered the phone, I yelled "You're a 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 a asshole!". It always cheered me up.
When Caller ID was introduced, I thought my therapeutic "asshole" calling would have to stop. So, I called his number and said "Hi, this is John Smith from the phone 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 a asshole!"
Then one day I was at the Lakeside Mall, getting ready to pull into a parking spot. Some guy in a silver SUV 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 asshole (I had his number on speed dial by this stage,) I thought that I'd better call the SUV asshole, too. I said, "Is this the man with the silver SUV for sale?" "Yes, it is", he said. "Can you tell me where I can see it?" I asked. "Yes, I live at 221 William Street. It's a big brick house, and the car's parked right out in front."
"What's your name?" I asked. "My name is Steve Hansen," he said. "When's a good time to catch you, Steve?" "I'm home most days as I'm currently unemployed." "Listen, Steve, can I tell you something?" "Yes?" "Steve, you're a 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. Then a few days later, I came up with a brilliant idea.
I called asshole #1. "Hello?" "You're a 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 Steve Hansen." "Yeah? Where do you live?" "I live at 221 William Street, a big brick house. There's a silver SUV parked out the front." He said, "I'm coming over right now, Steve. And you had better start saying your prayers." I said, "Yeah, like I'm really scared, asshole," and hung up.
Then I called asshole #2. "Hello?" he said. "Hello, asshole," I said. He yelled, "If I ever find out who you are..." "You'll do 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, got in my car, and drove to a nearby phone booth where I immediately called the police, saying that I lived at 221 William Street, and that I was on my way over there to kill my gay lover. Then I called Channel 7 News about the big gang war going down on William Street.
I quickly got back into my car and headed straight over to William Street. I got there just in time to watch two assholes getting arrested, just after they had beat the crap out of each other, right in front of six police cars, an overhead police helicopter and a full news crew.
Now I seriously feel MUCH better.
Take it from me everyone...that anger management stuff really works!
Last edited by tumwatertaz on Sat Mar 03, 2007 3:54 pm, edited 5 times in total.
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