LOL... very funny

[Warm & Fuzzy]

Here's a story I got from an e-mail... funny stuff, you'll like it.

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part 1:
Any of you who occasionally have a 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 I heard the same man from before, 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 because 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 that if there's ever anything really bothering you, you can do something about it. Just dial 823-4863.


part 2:
This old lady at the mall really took her time pulling out of her 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 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 came flying up the parking aisle in the wrong direction and pulls into the space I was waiting for.


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 are 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 was at home sitting at my desk. I had just gotten off the phone after calling 823-4863 and yelling, "You're a jackass!" (It was really easy to call him now since I had 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."


"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 your name, Pal?"


I said, "Don Hansen."


He asked, "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, I'm really scared, Jackass!" and I hung up.


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


I said, "Hello, Jackass!"


Jackass #2 said, "If I ever find out who you are..."


"You'll what?"


"I'll kick your ass."


"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 on W. 34th Street. After that I climbed into my car and headed over to 34th Street to watch the whole thing.


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

[Czas na Zywiec]

Originally posted by Jo's the bomb
Here's a story I got from an e-mail... funny stuff, you'll like it.

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part 1:
Any of you who occasionally have a 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 I heard the same man from before, 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 because 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 that if there's ever anything really bothering you, you can do something about it. Just dial 823-4863.


part 2:
This old lady at the mall really took her time pulling out of her 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 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 came flying up the parking aisle in the wrong direction and pulls into the space I was waiting for.


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 are 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 was at home sitting at my desk. I had just gotten off the phone after calling 823-4863 and yelling, "You're a jackass!" (It was really easy to call him now since I had 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."


"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 your name, Pal?"


I said, "Don Hansen."


He asked, "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, I'm really scared, Jackass!" and I hung up.


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


I said, "Hello, Jackass!"


Jackass #2 said, "If I ever find out who you are..."


"You'll what?"


"I'll kick your ass."


"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 on W. 34th Street. After that I climbed into my car and headed over to 34th Street to watch the whole thing.


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

Is that all Jackass?

[Ewan's My Man]

[MrsGarrettRocksMySocks]

[Sean Snow]

OMG That's soooooooooooooo funny!

[Mr. Stefani]

it took me a few mintues to read, but it was funny.

[Mr. Shy Guy]

[DarleneIllyria]

LOL! I've read that one before too, but it still cracks me up.

[ks]

That was hilarious! Thanks, Jenny, I needed that







ks

[Truth]

ROFL!

[-*Forever*-]

[TibbyTibby2]

[Warm & Fuzzy]

Originally posted by ks
That was hilarious! Thanks, Jenny, I needed that







ks

Welcome.

I get 2515151254125++ of these e-mails a day, lol.

[Jinny Girl]

someone should call 823-4863 and see what happens.

[JoJoJoJoJoJoJoJoJo]

Originally posted by Jinny Girl
someone should call 823-4863 and see what happens.

I tried... it's long distance from my house... jackass phone company