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<blockquote data-quote="CKC1586" data-source="post: 80189" data-attributes="member: 816"><p>Anger Management</p><p>When you occasionally have a really bad day, and you just need to take</p><p>it out on someone, don't take it out on someone you know, take it out on </p><p>someone you don't know.</p><p>It all started one day when I was sitting at my desk and remembered a</p><p>phone call I had forgotten to make. I found the number and dialed it.</p><p>A man answered, saying, "Hello."</p><p>I politely said, "This is Stephen. May I please speak with Robin</p><p>Carter"?</p><p>Suddenly, the phone was slammed down on me. I couldn't believe that</p><p>anyone</p><p>could be so rude. I tracked down Robin's correct number and called</p><p>her. I had transposed the last two digits of her phone number.</p><p>After hanging up with her, I decided to call the 'wrong' number again.</p><p>When the same guy answered the phone, I yelled, "You're a butthead!" and hung up.</p><p>I wrote his number down with the word 'butthead' next to it, and put it</p><p>in my desk drawer.</p><p>Every couple of weeks, when I was paying bills or had a really bad day,</p><p>I'd call him up and yell, "You're a butthead!"</p><p>It always cheered me up.</p><p></p><p>When Caller ID came to our area, I thought my therapeutic 'butthead'</p><p>calling would have to stop. So, I called his number and said, "Hi, this is John Smith from the Telephone Company. I'm just calling to see if you're</p><p>interested in the Caller ID program?" He yelled, "NO!" and slammed the phone down. I quickly called him back and said, "That's because you're a butthead!"</p><p>One day I was at the store, getting ready to pull into a parking spot.</p><p>Some guy in a black BMW M3 cut me off and pulled into the spot I had</p><p>patiently waited for. I hit the horn and yelled that I had been waiting for the spot.</p><p>The idiot ignored me and then stuck his middle finger out the window</p><p>and waved it around. I noticed he had a "For Sale" sign in his car window,</p><p>so I wrote down his number.</p><p>A couple of days later, right after calling the first butthead, (I had</p><p>his number on speed dial), I thought I had better call the BMW butthead,</p><p>too.</p><p>I rang him up and said, "Is this the man with the black BMW M3 for</p><p>sale?"</p><p>"Yes, it is."</p><p>"Can you tell me where I can see it?"</p><p>"Yes, I live at 1802 West 34th Street. It's a very modern white house,</p><p>and the car's parked right out in front."</p><p>"What's your name?" I asked.</p><p>"My name is Don Burgemeyer," he said.</p><p>"When's a good time to catch you, Don?"</p><p>"I'm home every evening after five."</p><p>"Listen, Don, can I tell you something?"</p><p>"Yes?"</p><p>"Don, you're a butthead." Then I hung up, and added his number to my</p><p>speed dial, too. Now, when I had a problem, I had two buttheads to call.</p><p>But after several months of calling them, it wasn't as enjoyable as it</p><p>used to be. So, I came up with an idea.</p><p>I called butthead #1. "Hello." "You're a butthead!" (But I didn't hang</p><p>up.)</p><p>"Are you still there?" he asked.</p><p>"Yeah," I said.</p><p>"Stop calling me," he screamed.</p><p>"Make me," I said.</p><p>"Who are you?" he asked.</p><p>"My name is Don Burgemeyer."</p><p>"Yeah? Where do you live?"</p><p>"butthead, I live at 1802 West 34th Street, a white house, and to make</p><p>easy for you, my black BMW M3 is parked in front."</p><p>He said, "I'm coming over right now, Don. And you had better start</p><p>saying your prayers."</p><p>I said, "Yeah, like I'm really scared, butthead. Bring your lunch!!"</p><p>Then I called butthead #2.</p><p>"Hello?" he said.</p><p>"Hello, butthead," I said.</p><p>"He yelled, "If I ever find out who you are!"</p><p>"You'll what?" I said.</p><p>"I'll kick your arse, he exclaimed.</p><p>I answered, "Well, butthead, here's your chance. I'm coming over right</p><p>now."</p><p>Then I hung up and immediately called the police, saying that I lived</p><p>at 1802 West 34th Street, and that I was on my way over there to kill my</p><p>gay lover.</p><p>Then I called Channel 9 News about the gang war going down on West 34th Street.</p><p>I quickly got into my car and headed over to 34th street.</p><p>There I saw two buttheads beating the crap out of each other in front</p><p>of six squad cars, a police helicopter, and a news crew </p><p>NOW, I feel better. Anger management really works!</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="CKC1586, post: 80189, member: 816"] 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. It all started one day when I was sitting at my desk and remembered a phone call I had forgotten to make. I found the number and dialed it. A man answered, saying, "Hello." I politely said, "This is Stephen. May 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 a butthead!" and hung up. I wrote his number down with the word 'butthead' 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 butthead!" It always cheered me up. When Caller ID came to our area, I thought my therapeutic 'butthead' calling would have to stop. So, I called his number and said, "Hi, this is John Smith from the Telephone Company. I'm just calling to see if you're interested in the Caller ID program?" He yelled, "NO!" and slammed the phone down. I quickly called him back and said, "That's because you're a butthead!" One day I was at the store, getting ready to pull into a parking spot. Some guy in a black BMW M3 cut me off and pulled into the spot I had patiently waited for. I hit the horn and yelled that I had been waiting for the spot. The idiot ignored me and then stuck his middle finger out the window and waved it around. I noticed he had a "For Sale" sign in his car window, so I wrote down his number. A couple of days later, right after calling the first butthead, (I had his number on speed dial), I thought I had better call the BMW butthead, too. I rang him up and said, "Is this the man with the black BMW M3 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 very modern white house, and the car's parked right out in front." "What's your name?" I asked. "My name is Don Burgemeyer," 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 a butthead." Then I hung up, and added his number to my speed dial, too. Now, when I had a problem, I had two buttheads 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 butthead #1. "Hello." "You're a butthead!" (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 Burgemeyer." "Yeah? Where do you live?" "butthead, I live at 1802 West 34th Street, a white house, and to make easy for you, my black BMW M3 is 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, butthead. Bring your lunch!!" Then I called butthead #2. "Hello?" he said. "Hello, butthead," I said. "He yelled, "If I ever find out who you are!" "You'll what?" I said. "I'll kick your arse, he exclaimed. I answered, "Well, butthead, 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 9 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 buttheads beating the crap out of each other in front of six squad cars, a police helicopter, and a news crew NOW, I feel better. Anger management really works! [/QUOTE]
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