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, but you know deserves it.

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 f***ing
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 sam e 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.

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 then asked, 'Can you tell me where I can see it?'

He said, 'Yes, I live at 34 Oak tree Blvd, in Fairfax .
It's a yellow ranch style house 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 *******s 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 Oak Tree Blvd , in Fairfax , a yellow ranch
style home and 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 ass,'

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 Oak Tree Blvd , in Fairfax , and that I was
on my way over there to kill my *** lover.

Then I called Channel 7 News about the gang war going down in Oak
Tree Blvd in Fairfax .

I quickly got into my car and headed over to Fairfax .

I got there just in time20to watch two *******s beating the crap 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.

This anger management stuff works great !!!!!!!!!