Please Do Not Attempt This At Home. I Am A Professional.

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 saying, “Hello?” I politely said, “This is Fred 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 an asshole!” and hung up. Next to his phone number I wrote the word “asshole,” 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 an asshole!”

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 asshole. Then one day I had an idea. I dialed his number, then heard his voice, “Hellor”

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 programr”

He went, “No!” and slammed the phone down. I quickly called him back and said, “That’s because you’re an asshole!”

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 555-4863!!

Keep reading this, it gets better!

An old lady at the shopping center 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 BMW comes flying up the parking aisle in the wrong direction and pulls into her space. I hit the horn and started yelling, “You can’t do that. I was here first!” The guy climbed out of his BMW completely ignoring me. He walked toward the shopping center as if he didn’t even hear me. thought to myself, this guy’s an asshole, there sure is a lot of assholes in this world. Then 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 sitting at my desk. I had just gotten off the phone after calling 555-4863 and yelling, “You’re an asshole!”

(It’s really easy since I have his number on speed dial now!) I noticed the phone number of the guy with the black BMW 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 BMW for saler”

“Yes, it is.”

“Can you tell me where I can see itr” “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 namer”

“My name is Don Hansen.”

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

“I’m home in the evenings.”

“Listen Don, can I tell you somethingr”

“Yes,”

“Don, you’re an asshole!” And I slammed the phone down.

After I hung up I added Don Hansen’s number to my speed dialer.

I must say, for a while things seemed to be going much better for me. Now when I had a problem I had two assholes to call. Then, after several months of calling the assholes 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 asshole #1. A man answered nicely saying, “Hellor”

I yelled “You’re an asshole!”, but I didn’t hang up.

The asshole said, “Are you still therer”

I said, “Yeah.”

He said, “Stop calling me.”

I said, “Make me.”

He said, “What’s your name, Palr”

So I told him, “Don Hansen.”

He said, “Where do you liver”

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

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

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

Then I called asshole #2.

He answered, “Hellor”

I said, “Hello, asshole!”

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

“You’ll whatr” ” I’ll kick your ass.”

“Well, here’s your chance. I’m coming over right now, asshole!” 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 I got home. Another quick call to Channel 13 about the gang war going on down on W 34th Street. After that I climbed into my car and headed over to 34th Street to watch the whole thing.

Glorious satisfaction!

Watching two assholes kicking the crap out of each other in front of 6 squad cars, a police helicopter and a news crew was one of he greatest experiences of my life!

The story you have just read is true. Only the names and numbers have been changed…

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