Revenge....
10-01-2003, 12:36 AM
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Revenge....
Here's an Email I got....
>For all of you who 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 had forgotten to
>make. I found the number and dialed it. A man answered saying, "Hello?"
>
>I politely said, "This is Fred Hanifin, 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 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 [#@!$]!" it always
>cheered me up.
>
>When Caller ID came to our area, I thought my therapeutic '[#@!$]' 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
>familiar with the caller ID program?" he yelled, "NO!" and slammed the
>phone down. I quickly called him back and said, "That's because you're an
>[#@!$]!"
>
>So, one day I was at the store, getting ready to pull into a parking spot.
>Some boy in a black BMW cut me off, and pulled into the spot I had
>patiently waited for. I hit the horn and yelled that I had been waiting
>for the spot. The idiot ignored me. I noticed a "For Sale" sign in his
>car window, so I wrote down his number. A couple of days later, right
>after calling the first [#@!$] (I had his number on speed dial), I thought
>I had
>better call the BMW [#@!$], too. I dialed and someone said, "Hello?" I
>said, "Is this the man with the black BMW for sale?" "Yes it is."
>
>"Can you tell me where I can see it?"
>
>"Yes, I live at 802 West 34th Street. It's a yellow house and the car's
>parked right out front."
>
>"What's your name?" I asked. "My name is Don Hansen," he said. "When's a
>good time to catch you, Don?"
>
>"I'm home every evening after five."
>
>"Listen, Don, can I tell you something?"
>
>"Yes?"
>
>"Don, you're an [#@!$]!" Then I hung up, and added his number to my speed
>dial, too. Now, when I had a problem, I had two [#@!$] to call. But after
>several months of calling them, it wasn't as enjoyable as it used to be.
>So, I came up with an idea: I called [#@!$] #1.
>
>"Hello"
>
>"You're an [#@!$]!" (but I didn't hang up.) "Are you still there?" he asked
>"Yeah," I said. "Stop calling me," he screamed "Make me," I said.
>
>"Who are you?" he asked.
>
>"My name is Don Hansen."
>
>"Yeah? Where do you live?"
>
>"[#@!$], I live at 802 West 34th Street, a yellow house with my black
>Beemer 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, [#@!$]."
>
>Then I called [#@!$] # 2:
>
>"Hello?" he said.
>
>"Hello [#@!$]," I said.
>
>He yelled, "If I ever find out who you are..."
>
>"You'll what?" I said.
>
>"I'll kick your [#@!$]," he exclaimed.
>
>I answered, "Well, [#@!$], here's your chance. I'm coming over right >now."
> Then, I hung up, and immediately called the police, saying that I lived
>at 802 West 34th Street, and I was on my way over there to kill my gay
>lover.
>
>Then, I called Channel 12 news about the gang war going down on West 34th
>St. I quickly got into my car and headed over to 34th St. There, I saw
>two [#@!$] beating the [#@!$] out of each other in front of 6 squad cars, a
>police helicopter, and a news crew.
>
>Now, I feel better than I have for months !!!
>For all of you who occasionally have a really bad day, and you just need to
>take it out on someone, don't take it out on someone you know, take it out
>on someone you don't know.
>
>I was sitting at my desk, when I remembered a phone call I had forgotten to
>make. I found the number and dialed it. A man answered saying, "Hello?"
>
>I politely said, "This is Fred Hanifin, could I please speak with Robin
>Carter?" Suddenly, the phone was slammed down on me. I couldn't believe
>that anyone could be so rude.
>
>I tracked down Robin's correct number, and called her. (I had transposed
>the last two digits of her phone number). After hanging up with her, I
>decided to call the 'wrong' number again.
>When the same guy answered the phone, I yelled, "You're an [#@!$]!" 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 came to our area, I thought my therapeutic '[#@!$]' calling
>would have to stop. So, I called his number and said, "Hi, this is John
>Smith from the Telephone Company. I'm just calling to see if you're
>familiar with the caller ID program?" he yelled, "NO!" and slammed the
>phone down. I quickly called him back and said, "That's because you're an
>[#@!$]!"
>
>So, one day I was at the store, getting ready to pull into a parking spot.
>Some boy 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 had 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 [#@!$] (I had his number on speed dial), I thought
>I had
>better call the BMW [#@!$], too. I dialed and someone said, "Hello?" I
>said, "Is this the man with the black BMW for sale?" "Yes it is."
>
>"Can you tell me where I can see it?"
>
>"Yes, I live at 802 West 34th Street. It's a yellow house and the car's
>parked right out 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 [#@!$]!" Then I hung up, and added his number to my speed
>dial, too. Now, when I had a problem, I had two [#@!$] 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 [#@!$] #1.
>
>"Hello"
>
>"You're an [#@!$]!" (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?"
>
>"[#@!$], I live at 802 West 34th Street, a yellow house with my black
>Beemer parked in front."
>
>He said, "I'm coming over right now, Don. And you had better start saying
>your prayers."
>
>I said, "Yeah, like I'm really scared, [#@!$]."
>
>Then I called [#@!$] # 2:
>
>"Hello?" he said.
>
>"Hello [#@!$]," I said.
>
>He yelled, "If I ever find out who you are..."
>
>"You'll what?" I said.
>
>"I'll kick your [#@!$]," he exclaimed.
>
>I answered, "Well, [#@!$], here's your chance. I'm coming over right >now."
> Then, I hung up, and immediately called the police, saying that I lived
>at 802 West 34th Street, and I was on my way over there to kill my gay
>lover.
>
>Then, I called Channel 12 news about the gang war going down on West 34th
>St. I quickly got into my car and headed over to 34th St. There, I saw
>two [#@!$] beating the [#@!$] out of each other in front of 6 squad cars, a
>police helicopter, and a news crew.
>
>Now, I feel better than I have for months !!!
THATS A DAMN GOOD IDEA!
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