Crappy ass day.
This day has just been SUCKY! From the moment that I walked outside my front door, and the traffic was RIDICULOUS... it was all icy and frosty and it took me FOREVER to get to work. THEN the first phone call I received was some dumb whore yelling at me for no good damn reason. I thought "this day is gonna SUCK!" But then another friend of mine called me to tell me he proposed to his girlfriend and is getting married. He's SO excited and so happy it was hard not to be happy with him. That was a bright side. But it didn't totally lift my spirits, so, my favorite friend sent me this to cheer me up. I've seen it before, but it is an oldie AND a goody!!! So enjoy, it made ME happy, at least for a bit. ;o)
HAPPY FRIDAY BABY!
ANGER MANAGEMENT:
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. 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 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 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!"
One day I was at the store, getting ready to pull into a par king 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. 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 that I'd 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?" I asked.
"My name is Don Hansen," 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.
Then I ca me 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 said.
"Who are you?" he asked.
"My name is Don Hansen."
"Yeah? Where do you live?"
"Asshole, I live at 1802 West 34th Street, a yellow house, with my 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, asshole."
Then I called Asshole #2.
"Hello?" he said.
"Hello, asshole," I said.
He yelled, "If I ever find out who you are..."
"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 lover. Then I called Channel 13 News about the gang 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 much better. You know, this anger management stuff REALLY WORKS!
HAPPY FRIDAY BABY!
ANGER MANAGEMENT:
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. 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 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 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!"
One day I was at the store, getting ready to pull into a par king 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. 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 that I'd 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?" I asked.
"My name is Don Hansen," 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.
Then I ca me 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 said.
"Who are you?" he asked.
"My name is Don Hansen."
"Yeah? Where do you live?"
"Asshole, I live at 1802 West 34th Street, a yellow house, with my 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, asshole."
Then I called Asshole #2.
"Hello?" he said.
"Hello, asshole," I said.
He yelled, "If I ever find out who you are..."
"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 lover. Then I called Channel 13 News about the gang 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 much better. You know, this anger management stuff REALLY WORKS!
