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does anybody find this as funny as i did?

This is for all of you who occasionally have a really bad day, and you just need to take it out on someone! Don’t take that bad day out on someone you know, take it out on someone you don’t know!
Now get this. I was sitting at my desk, when I remembered a phone call I had to make. I found the number and dialed it. A man answered nicely saying, “Hello?” I politely said, “This is Bobby Carpenter and could I please speak to Melissa Lewis?”

Suddenly the phone was slammed down on me! I couldn’t believe that anyone could be that rude. I tracked down Melissa’s correct number and called her. She had transposed the last two digits incorrectly. After I hung up with Melissa, I spotted the wrong number still lying there on my desk. I decided to call it again. When the same person once more answered, I yelled “You’re a jackass!” and hung up. Next to his phone number I wrote the word “jackass,” 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. He’d answer, and I’d yell, “You’re a jackass!” It would always cheer me up.

Later in the year the phone company introduced caller ID. This was a real disappointment for me, I would have to stop calling the jackass. Then one day I had an idea. I dialed his number, then heard his voice, “Hello.”

I made up a name. “Hi. This is the sales office of the telephone company and I’m just calling to see if you’re familiar with our caller ID program?”

He went, “No!” and slammed the phone down.

I quickly called him back and said, “That’s because you’re a jackass!”

The reason I took the time to tell you this story, is to show you how if there’s ever anything really bothering you, you can do something about it. Just dial 402-8863.

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An old lady at the mall really took her time pulling out of the parking space. I didn’t think she was ever going to leave. Finally, her car began to move and she started to very slowly back out of the slot. I backed up a little more to give her plenty of room to pull out. Great, I thought, she’s finally leaving.
All of a sudden this black Camaro comes flying up the parking aisle in the wrong direction and pulls into her space. I started honking my horn and yelling, “You can’t just do that, Buddy. I was here first!”

The guy got out of his Camaro completely ignoring me. He walked toward the mall as if he didn’t even hear me. I thought to myself, This guy’s a jackass. There are sure a lot of jackasses in the world. I noticed he had a “For Sale“ sign in the back window of his car. I wrote down the number. Then I hunted for another place to park.

A couple of days later, I’m at home sitting at my desk. I had just gotten off the phone after calling 402-8863 and yelling, “You’re jackass!” (It’s really easy to call him now since I have his number on speed dial.) I noticed the phone number of the guy with the black Camaro lying on my desk and thought I better call this guy too. He answered the phone and said, “Hello.” I said, “Is this the man with the black Camaro 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 front.”

I said, “What’s your name?”

“My name is Don Hansen.”

“When’s a good time to catch you, Don?”

“I’m home in the evenings.”

“Listen Don, can I tell you something?”

“Yes.”

“Don, you’re a jackass!” And I slammed the phone down.

After I hung up, I added Don Hansen’s number to my speed dialer. For a while things seemed to be going better for me. Now when I had a problem I had two jackasses to call. Then, after several months of calling the jackasses and hanging up on them, it just wasn’t as enjoyable as it used to be.

I gave the problem some serious thought and came up with a solution: First, I had my phone dial Jackass #1. The man answered nicely saying, “Hello.”

I yelled “You’re a jackass!”, but I didn’t hang up.

The jackass said, “Are you still there?”

I said, “Yeah.”

He said, “Stop calling me.”

I said, “No.”

He said, “What’s your name, pal?”

I said, “Don Hansen.”

He said “Where do you live?”

“1802 West 34th Street. It’s a yellow house and my black Camaro’s parked out front.”

“I’m coming over right now, Don. You’d better start saying your prayers.”

“Yeah, like I’m really scared, Jackass!” and I hung up.

Then I called Jackass #2. He answered, “Hello.”

I said, “Hello, Jackass!”

He said, “If I ever find out who you are…”

“You’ll what?”

“I’ll kick your butt.”

“Well, here’s your chance. I’m coming right over, Jackass!” And I hung up.

Then I picked up the phone and called the police. I told them I was at 1802 West 34th Street and that I was going to kill my gay lover as soon as he got home.

Another quick call to Channel 13 about the gang war going down on W. 34th Street. After that I climbed into my car and headed over to 34th Street to watch the whole thing.

Glorious! Watching two jackasses beating the crap out of each other in front of siz squad cars and a police helicopter was one of the greatest experiences of my life!
i didnt actually do this, i found the joke off the internet. i’m not that crazy.
I SAID THAT I DIDNT DO IT I JUST FOUND THE JOKE OFF THE INTERNET! I DONT MEAN TO BE RUDE. BUT I HAVE THE CAPS ON MY ACCIDENT

Is This A Terrible Prank???

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 quickly. A man answered, saying “Hello.” I politely said, “Hi, this is Chris. Could I speak with Robert Campbell please?”

Suddenly a manic 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 digits.

After hanging up with him, I decided to call the ‘wrong’ number again. When the same guy answered the phone, I yelled “You’re a COCK!!” and hung up. I wrote his number down with the word ‘COCK!’ 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 COCK!!” It always cheered me up.

When Caller ID was introduced, I thought my therapeutic “COCK!” calling would have to stop. So, I called his number and said, “Hi, this is John Smith from BT. 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 COCK!!”

One day I was at Barnstaple Shopping Centre, getting ready to pull into a parking spot. Some guy in a gunmetal grey Land Rover 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 COCK! (I had his number on speed dial,) I thought that I’d better call the Land Rover COCK!, too.

I said, “Is this the man with the gunmetal grey Land Rover for sale?” Yes, it is”, he said. “Can you tell me where I can see it?” I asked. “Yes, I live at 129 Well Street, in Torrington. It’s a terraced 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 COCK!!”

Then I hung up, and added his number to my speed dial, too. Now, when I had a problem, I had two a**holes to call.

Then one day I came up with an idea. I called COCK! #1.

“Hello?”
“You’re a COCK!!” (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 129 Well Street , Torrington, a terraced house, with my
gunmetal grey Land Rover 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, COCK!,” and hung up.

Then I called COCK! #2. “Hello?” he said.
“Hello, COCK!,” I said.
He yelled, “If I ever find out who you are…”
“You’ll do what?” I said.
“I’ll kick your a*se,” he exclaimed.
I answered, “Well, COCK!, here’s your chance. I’m coming over
right now.”

Then I hung up and immediately called the police, saying that I lived at 129 Well Street, Torrington , and that I was on my way over there to kill my gay lover. Then I called Channel 5 News about the hoodie war going down in Well Street, Torrington .

I quickly got into my car and headed over to Well Street. I got there just in time to watch two dick-heads beating the cr*p out of each other in front of six police cars, an overhead police helicopter and a News crew.

Now I feel MUCH better. Take it from me, anger management really works…!!

Could my bad day make me rich?

Can I sue the people I tolerated today, and how much could I stand to make?

1. I attempted to return two video gamesI purchased from a pawn shop last week for two reasons: 1 – Not all the disks were in the shrink wrapped game boxes when I got home. 2 – The disks that were there were boot-leg copies (not originals). The owner hassled me about the date on the reciept being too old, then when I asked what the allowable return date for the store was, he held the reciept in my face to indicate a partially printed, but mostly clipped by the register “All Sales Final” and did not offer me any compensation.

2. I got back the results for an extremely painful medical test I took two weeks ago – they came back rejected on account of negligence by the testing facility. Now they want me to retest (for free). …And wait another two weeks for results, while I am no closer to feeling better.

…still continuing, but probably can’t sue for the following…
3. Between this morning and this afternoon, 3 cars almost collided with mine (their fault) with no repercussion, but on my way home from doing volunteer work, I got my second traffic ticket in the last week (I supposedly didn’t stop for a sign I didn’t see and still don’t believe existed).

joke what do you think?

When you occasionally have a bad day and you just need to take it out
on someone, don’t take if 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 I decided to
call the wrong number again. When the same guy answered the phone, I yelled
“You’re an idiot,” and hung up.I wrote the number down with the word “idiot” next to it and put it in
my desk drawer. Every couple of weeks, when I was paying the bills or had
a really bad day, I’d call him up and yell “You’re an idiot,” it always
cheered me up. When Caller ID came to our area, I thought my therapeutic “idiot”
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 are an idiot.”
One day I was at the store getting ready to pull into a parking spot.
Somen 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 the
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 idiot (I had his
number on speed dial) I thought that I’d better call the BMW idiot
too. I said, “Is 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 idiot.” Then I hung up, and added his number to my
speed dial, too. Now, when I had a problem, I had two idiots to call.
But after several months of calling them, it wasn’t as enjoyable as it
used to be. So I came up with an idea. I called Idiot #1.
“Hello” “You’re an idiot: (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?”
“Idiot, I live a 1802 West 34th St., 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, idiot.”
Then I called Idiot #2. “Hello,” he said. “Hello idiot,” I said.
He yelled, “If I ever find out who you are.”
“You’ll what” I said. “I’ll kick you hard,” he said.
I answered, “Well, idiot, 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 over there to kill my
gay lover. Then I called Channel 13 news about the gang war going on West 34th
St. I quickly got into my car and headed over to 34th St. There I saw two
idiots 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. Anger Management really works.

The Jackass Story?

This Story is true!!! For all of you who occasionally have a really bad day when you just need to take it out on someone: Don’t take that bad day out on someone you know, take it out on someone you *don’t* know! Now get this.
I was sitting at my desk, when I remembered a phone call I had to make. I found the number and dialed it.

A man answered nicely saying, ”Hello?’ ‘

I politely said, ”This is Patrick Hanifin and could I please speak to Robin Carter?”

Suddenly the phone was slammed down on me! I couldn’t believe that anyone could be that rude. I tracked down Robin’s correct number and called her. She had transposed the last two digits incorrectly. After I hung up with Robin, I spotted the wrong number still lying there on my desk. I decided to call it again.

When the same person once more answered, I yelled, ”You’re a jackass!” and hung up.

Next to his phone number I wrote the word ”jackass,” 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.

He’d answer, and I’d yell, ”You’re a jackass!”

It would always cheer me up.

Later in the year the Phone Company introduced caller ID. This was a real disappointment for me, I would have to stop calling the jackass.
Then one day I had an idea.

I dialed his number, then heard his voice say, ”Hello.” I made up a name. ”Hi. This is the sales office of the Telephone Company and I’m just calling to see if you’re familiar with our caller ID program?”

He went, ”No!” and slammed the phone down.

I quickly called him back and said, ”That’s because you’re a jackass!”

The reason I took the time to tell you this story, is to show you how if there’s ever anything really bothering you, you can do something about it. Just dial 823-4863.

The old lady at the mall really took her time pulling out of the parking space. I didn’t think she was ever going to leave.
Finally, her car began to move and she started to very slowly back out of the slot. I backed up a little more to give her plenty of room to pull out. ” Great,” I thought, she’s finally leaving. All of a sudden this black Camaro comes flying up the parking isle in the wrong direction and pulls into her space.

I started honking my horn and yelling, ”You can’t just do that, Buddy. I was here first!” The guy climbed out of his Camaro completely ignoring me. He walked toward the mall as if he didn’t even hear me. I thought to myself, “This guy’s a jackass.
There sure a lot of jackasses in this world.”

I noticed he had a ”For Sale” sign in the back window of his car. I wrote down the number. Then I hunted for another place to park.

A couple of days later, I’m at home sitting at my desk. I had just gotten off the phone after calling 823-4863 and yelling, ”You’re a jackass!” (It’s really easy to call him now since I have his number on speed dial.) I noticed the phone number of the guy with the black Camaro lying on my desk and thought I’d better call this guy, too.

After a couple rings someone answered the phone and said, ”Hello.”

I said, ”Is this the man with the black Camaro 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 front.”

I said, ”What’s your name?”

”My name is Don Hansen.”

”When’s a good time to catch you, Don?”

”I’m home in the evenings.”

”Listen Don, can I tell you something?”

”Yes.”

”Don, you’re a jackass!” And I slammed the phone down.

After I hung up I added Don Hansen’s number to my speed dialer. For a while things seemed to be going better for me. Now when I had a problem I had two jackasses to call. Then, after several months of calling the jackasses and hanging up on them, it just wasn’t as enjoyable as it used to be. I gave the problem some serious thought and came up with a solution:

First, I had my phone dial Jackass #1.
A man answered nicely saying, ”Hello.”

I yelled ”You’re a jackass!” but I didn’t hang up.

The jackass said, ”Are you still there?”

I said, ”Yeah.”

He said, ”Stop calling me.”

I said, ”No.”

He said, ”What’s you name, pal?”

I said, ”Don Hansen.”

He said, ”Where do you live?”

”1802 West 34th Street. It’s a yellow house and my black Camaro’s parked out front.”

”I’m coming over right now, Don. You’d better start saying your prayers.”

”Yeah, like I’m really scared, Jackass!” and I hung up.

Then I called Jackass #2. He answered, ”Hello.”

I said, ”Hello, Jackass!”

He said, ”If I ever find out who you are…”

”You’ll what?”

”I’ll kick your butt.”

”Well, here’s your chance. I’m coming over right now Jackass!” And I hung up.

Then I picked up the phone and called the police. I told them I was at 1802 West 34th Street and that I was going to kill my gay lover as soon as he got home.

Another quick call to Channel 13 about the gang war going on down W. 34th Street.

After that, I climbed into my car and headed over to 34th Street to watch the whole thing. Glorious watching two Jackasses kicking the crap out of each other in front of six squad cars and a police helicopter was one of the greatest experiences of my life!

Name withheld to protect the guilty.