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    Anger management for when you have a bad day

    Which of you from Fairfax was this?

    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 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 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, 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 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 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 number.

    A couple of days later, right after calling the first ******* (I had his number 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?" He said, "Yes, I live at 34 Oaktree Blvd, in Fairfax . It's a yellow ranch house, 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 ******** 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 34 Oaktree Blvd , in Fairfax , a yellow ranch house, 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, *******," and hung up.

    Then I called ******* No. 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 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 ******** 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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    Man if all that's true, that is some funny *****.

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    lol

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    That's one of my favorites.
    Andrew

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    Unfortunately one call to the FCC about harassing calls and the individual would have been arrested. It is funny though.

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    LMAO!!!.. my sides are hurting!
    You can have my freedom as soon as I'm done with it!!!

  8. Hello there.

    Some very good insights and information in this post. Anger is never an easy emotion to deal with - especially when it involves someone you care about. There are as many techniques and therapies in the treatment of anger as there are symptoms and triggers. Some will work for individuals while others may not.

    One technique that is guaranteed to produce results is the analysis of what drives this powerful emotion. Anger management classes are highly effective in combating this problematic behavior.

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    anger management

    Quote Originally Posted by FN1910 View Post
    Which of you from Fairfax was this?

    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 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 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, 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 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 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 number.

    A couple of days later, right after calling the first ******* (I had his number 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?" He said, "Yes, I live at 34 Oaktree Blvd, in Fairfax . It's a yellow ranch house, 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 ******** 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 34 Oaktree Blvd , in Fairfax , a yellow ranch house, 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, *******," and hung up.

    Then I called ******* No. 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 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 ******** 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.
    one of my fellow bikers in germany,Butch, an old tunnel rat from the 'nam once told me "there are three ******** in the world for every one so there's plenty to go around'!
    Last edited by oldvet53; 12-20-2009 at 12:48 PM. Reason: spelling

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