Tuesday, August 12, 2008

A Very Funny Anger Management Revenge Story

Anger Management


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, "Hello.
Could I please speak with Robyn Carter?"

Suddenly a manic voice yelled out in my ear "Get the right ****ing
number!" and the phone was slammed down on me.

I could not 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 a goober!" and
hung up. I wrote his number down with the word 'goober' 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 goober!"
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, this is 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 a goober!"
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 had
patiently waited for.

I hit the horn and yelled that I'd been waiting
for that spot, but the idiot ignored me.
I noticed a "For Sale" sign in his back window, so I wrote down his

A couple of days later, right after calling the first goober (I had his
number on speed dial), I thought that I'd better call the BMW goober, 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?"
He said, "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 a goober!"

Then I hung up, and added his number to my speed dial, too. Now, when I had
a problem, I had two goobers to call.

Then I came up with an idea.
I called Goober #1.
He said, "Hello."
I said, "You're a goober!"
(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 34 Oaktree Blvd, in Fairfax, a yellow rambler,
and I have a black Beamer 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, goober," and hung up.

Then I called Goober No. 2.
He said, "Hello?"
I said, "Hello goober."
He yelled, "If I ever find out who you are..."
I said, "You'll what?"
He exclaimed, "I'll kick your butt,"
I answered, "Well, goober, 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 my gay lover was on his way over to kill me.

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 just in time
to watch two goobers beating the crap out of each other in front of six
cop cars, an overhead news helicopter and surrounded by a news crew.

NOW I feel much better.

Anger management works!
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