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middle guy is me, there other ones are my mates 16 in 1 month, likes to mess about if boredadd me is you are bored or whatver i dont mindhere is somthing written by my friend tash do you agree with her...........i wish i did I just recieved an email from my friend that I would like to share with all of you....Enjoy! quote: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. A man answered, saying "Hello."I politely said, "This is Chris. Could I please speak with RobynCarter?"Suddenly a manic voice yelled out in my ear "Get the right ****ingnumber!" 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 same 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, thisis 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 hadpatiently waited for. I hit the horn andyelled that I'd been waiting forthat spot, but the idiot ignored me. I noticed a "For Sale" sign in hisback window, so I wrote down his number.A couple of days later, right after calling the first ******* (I had hisnumber 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 asked, "Can you tell me where I can see it?" Hesaid, "Yes, I live at 34 Oaktree Blvd, in Fairfax. It's a yellow rambler, 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 assholes 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 34Oaktree Blvd, in Fairfax, a yellow rambler, I have a black Beamer parked in front."He said, "I'm coming over right now, Don. And you had better startsaying 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 Oaktree Blvd, in Fairfax, 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 in Oaktree Blvd. in Fairfax.I quickly got into my car and headed over to Fairfax. I got there justin time to watch two assholes beating the crap out of each other infront of six cop cars, an overhead news helicopter and surrounded by a news crew.NOW I feel much better.Anger management really does work.
Originally posted by Alpha Centauri
You're an attention starved, attention whore, way more arrogant than I could ever possibly dream of becoming, add to that the quality of a hypocrite who never thinks before she speaks then gets upset and retreats into a shell when she's shown how much of an ass she's made of herself. Someone who only likes people when they like her back and turns on them as soon as they stop playing along with her endless games of attention grabbing and false-wannabe divahood.
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I just recieved an email from my friend that I would like to share with all of you....Enjoy! quote: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. A man answered, saying "Hello."I politely said, "This is Chris. Could I please speak with RobynCarter?"Suddenly a manic voice yelled out in my ear "Get the right ****ingnumber!" 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 same 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, thisis 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 hadpatiently waited for. I hit the horn andyelled that I'd been waiting forthat spot, but the idiot ignored me. I noticed a "For Sale" sign in hisback window, so I wrote down his number.A couple of days later, right after calling the first ******* (I had hisnumber 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 asked, "Can you tell me where I can see it?" Hesaid, "Yes, I live at 34 Oaktree Blvd, in Fairfax. It's a yellow rambler, 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 assholes 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 34Oaktree Blvd, in Fairfax, a yellow rambler, I have a black Beamer parked in front."He said, "I'm coming over right now, Don. And you had better startsaying 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 Oaktree Blvd, in Fairfax, 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 in Oaktree Blvd. in Fairfax.I quickly got into my car and headed over to Fairfax. I got there justin time to watch two assholes beating the crap out of each other infront of six cop cars, an overhead news helicopter and surrounded by a news crew.NOW I feel much better.Anger management really does work.
