erika85
02-07-2008, 11:18 AM
GOT THIS AND COULD NOT STOP LAUGHING
ENJOY!
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 @#$%
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 *******!'
and hung up. I wrote his number down with the word '*******' 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 *******!'
It always cheered me up.
When Caller ID was introduced, I thought my therapeutic '*******'
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 *******!' and hung up.
So...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 ******* (I had his number
on speed dial,) I thought that I 'd better call the BMW *******, 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 34 Oaktree Blvd, in Fairfax. It's a yellow rambler,
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 *******!' 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 I came up with an idea. I called ******* #1. He said, 'Hello.'
I said, 'You're an *******!' (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, '*******, I live at 34 Oaktree Blvd, in Fairfax, a yellow
rambler, 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, *******,' and hung up.
Then I called ******* #2. He said, 'Hello?' I said, 'Hello, *******,'
He yelled, 'If I ever find out who you are...'
I said, 'You'll what?'
He exclaimed, 'I'll kick your ***,'
I answered, 'Well, *******, 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 9 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 assholes beating the **** 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.
ENJOY!
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 @#$%
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 *******!'
and hung up. I wrote his number down with the word '*******' 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 *******!'
It always cheered me up.
When Caller ID was introduced, I thought my therapeutic '*******'
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 *******!' and hung up.
So...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 ******* (I had his number
on speed dial,) I thought that I 'd better call the BMW *******, 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 34 Oaktree Blvd, in Fairfax. It's a yellow rambler,
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 *******!' 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 I came up with an idea. I called ******* #1. He said, 'Hello.'
I said, 'You're an *******!' (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, '*******, I live at 34 Oaktree Blvd, in Fairfax, a yellow
rambler, 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, *******,' and hung up.
Then I called ******* #2. He said, 'Hello?' I said, 'Hello, *******,'
He yelled, 'If I ever find out who you are...'
I said, 'You'll what?'
He exclaimed, 'I'll kick your ***,'
I answered, 'Well, *******, 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 9 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 assholes beating the **** 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.