<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="background: rgb(0, 0, 0) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; font-size: 10.5pt; font-family: Arial; color: white; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;">Sorry I tried to get this to show up with white font but forsome reason it will not allow it. Good Joke though!
When you occasionally have a really bad day, and you just need to take it outon someone, don't take it out on someone you know, take it out on someone youdon't know.
I was sitting at my desk when I remembered a phone call I'd forgotten to make.
I found the number and dialed 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 fucking number!' andthe phone was slammed down on me.
I couldn't believe that anyone could be so rude. When I tracked down Robyn'scorrect number to call her, I found that I had accidentally transposed the lasttwo 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 asshole' and hung up.I wrote his number down with the word 'asshole' next to it, and put it in my deskdrawer. 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. And that felt good.
When Caller ID was introduced, I thought my therapeutic asshole calling would haveto stop.
So, I called his number and said, 'Hi, this is John Smith from the telephonecompany. 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 asshole!' and hung up.
One day I was at the store, getting ready to pull into a parking spot. Some guyin 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 idiotignored me. I noticed a ' For Sale ' sign in his back window, so I wrote downhis number.
A couple of days later, right after calling the first asshole (I now have hisnumber on speed dial), I thought that I'd better call the BMW asshole, too.
I said, 'Is this the man with the black BMW for sale?'
He said, 'Yes, it is...'
I asked, 'Can you tell me where I can see it?'
He said, 'Yes, I live at <st1:street w:st="on"><st1:address w:st="on">34 Oaktree Blvd</st1:address></st1:street>, in <st1:city w:st="on"><st1
lace w:st="on">Fairfax</st1lace></st1:city>. It's a yellow ranch, and the car'sparked right out in front.'
I asked, 'What's your name?' He said, 'My name is Don Hansen.' I asked, 'When'sa 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 asshole !'
Then I hung up, and added his number to my speed dial, too. Now, when I had aproblem, I had two assholes to call.
Then I came up with an idea.
I called Asshole #1. He said, 'Hello.'
I said, 'You're an asshole!' (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, 'Asshole, I live at <st1:street w:st="on"><st1:address w:st="on">34 Oaktree Blvd</st1:address></st1:street>, in <st1:city w:st="on"><st1lace w:st="on">Fairfax</st1lace></st1:city>, a yellow ranch, I have a blackBeamer parked in front.'
He said, 'I'm coming over right now, Don. And you had better start saying yourprayers.'
I said, 'Yeah, like I'm really scared, asshole,' and hung up. Then I calledAsshole No. 2.
He said, 'Hello?' I said, 'Hello, asshole.'
He yelled, 'If I ever find out who you are...' I said, 'You'll what?'
He exclaimed, 'I'll kick your ass,' I answered, 'Well, asshole, here's yourchance. I'm coming over right now.''
Then I hung up and immediately called the police, saying that I lived at <st1:street w:st="on"><st1:address w:st="on">34 Oaktree Blvd</st1:address></st1:street>, in<st1:city w:st="on"><st1lace w:st="on">Fairfax</st1lace></st1:city>, andthat my gay lover was on his way over to kill me.
Then I called Channel 9 News about the gang war and looting going down o <st1:street w:st="on"><st1:address w:st="on">Oaktree Blvd</st1:address></st1:street> in <st1:city w:st="on"><st1lace w:st="on">Fairfax</st1lace></st1:city>.
I quickly got into my car and headed over to <st1:city w:st="on"><st1lace w:st="on">Fairfax</st1lace></st1:city></span><span style="background: rgb(0, 0, 0) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; font-family: Arial; color: white; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;">.<font size="3"> I got there just in time to watch two assholesbeating the crap out of each other in front of six cop cars, an overhead newshelicopter and surrounded by a news crew.
NOW I feel much, much better.
I guess they're right -- anger management works. If you practice diligently</font></span><span style="color: white;"><o></o></span></p>
When you occasionally have a really bad day, and you just need to take it outon someone, don't take it out on someone you know, take it out on someone youdon't know.
I was sitting at my desk when I remembered a phone call I'd forgotten to make.
I found the number and dialed 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 fucking number!' andthe phone was slammed down on me.
I couldn't believe that anyone could be so rude. When I tracked down Robyn'scorrect number to call her, I found that I had accidentally transposed the lasttwo 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 asshole' and hung up.I wrote his number down with the word 'asshole' next to it, and put it in my deskdrawer. 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. And that felt good.
When Caller ID was introduced, I thought my therapeutic asshole calling would haveto stop.
So, I called his number and said, 'Hi, this is John Smith from the telephonecompany. 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 asshole!' and hung up.
One day I was at the store, getting ready to pull into a parking spot. Some guyin 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 idiotignored me. I noticed a ' For Sale ' sign in his back window, so I wrote downhis number.
A couple of days later, right after calling the first asshole (I now have hisnumber on speed dial), I thought that I'd better call the BMW asshole, too.
I said, 'Is this the man with the black BMW for sale?'
He said, 'Yes, it is...'
I asked, 'Can you tell me where I can see it?'
He said, 'Yes, I live at <st1:street w:st="on"><st1:address w:st="on">34 Oaktree Blvd</st1:address></st1:street>, in <st1:city w:st="on"><st1
lace w:st="on">Fairfax</st1lace></st1:city>. It's a yellow ranch, and the car'sparked right out in front.'I asked, 'What's your name?' He said, 'My name is Don Hansen.' I asked, 'When'sa 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 asshole !'
Then I hung up, and added his number to my speed dial, too. Now, when I had aproblem, I had two assholes to call.
Then I came up with an idea.
I called Asshole #1. He said, 'Hello.'
I said, 'You're an asshole!' (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, 'Asshole, I live at <st1:street w:st="on"><st1:address w:st="on">34 Oaktree Blvd</st1:address></st1:street>, in <st1:city w:st="on"><st1
lace w:st="on">Fairfax</st1lace></st1:city>, a yellow ranch, I have a blackBeamer parked in front.'He said, 'I'm coming over right now, Don. And you had better start saying yourprayers.'
I said, 'Yeah, like I'm really scared, asshole,' and hung up. Then I calledAsshole No. 2.
He said, 'Hello?' I said, 'Hello, asshole.'
He yelled, 'If I ever find out who you are...' I said, 'You'll what?'
He exclaimed, 'I'll kick your ass,' I answered, 'Well, asshole, here's yourchance. I'm coming over right now.''
Then I hung up and immediately called the police, saying that I lived at <st1:street w:st="on"><st1:address w:st="on">34 Oaktree Blvd</st1:address></st1:street>, in<st1:city w:st="on"><st1
lace w:st="on">Fairfax</st1lace></st1:city>, andthat my gay lover was on his way over to kill me.Then I called Channel 9 News about the gang war and looting going down o <st1:street w:st="on"><st1:address w:st="on">Oaktree Blvd</st1:address></st1:street> in <st1:city w:st="on"><st1
lace w:st="on">Fairfax</st1lace></st1:city>.I quickly got into my car and headed over to <st1:city w:st="on"><st1
lace w:st="on">Fairfax</st1lace></st1:city></span><span style="background: rgb(0, 0, 0) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; font-family: Arial; color: white; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;">.<font size="3"> I got there just in time to watch two assholesbeating the crap out of each other in front of six cop cars, an overhead newshelicopter and surrounded by a news crew.NOW I feel much, much better.
I guess they're right -- anger management works. If you practice diligently</font></span><span style="color: white;"><o
></o></span></p>
