Welcome to MotoHouston.com! You are currently viewing our forums as a guest which gives you limited access to the community. By joining our free community you will have access to great discounts from our sponsors, the ability to post topics, communicate privately with other members, respond to polls, upload content, free email, classifieds, and access many other special features. Registration is fast, simple and absolutely free, join our community!
If you have any problems with the registration process or your account login, please contact us.
|FREE MH Decals by MAIL!|
Share This Thread:
|Subscribe to this Thread||Thread Tools|
|02-21-2007, 04:31 PM||#1|
Join Date: Oct 2006
Feedback Rating: (9)
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. It all started one day when I was
sitting at my desk and 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
Chris. May 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 interested in
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
One day I was at the store, getting ready to pull into a parking
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 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
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 1802 West 34th Street . It's a yellow house, and
the car's parked right out in front."
"What's your name?"
"My name is Don Burgemeyer," 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.
"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 screamed back.
"Who are you?" he demanded.
"My name is Don Burgemeyer."
"Yeah? Where do you live?"
"I live at 1802 West 34th Street , ! It's a yellow house,
with my black beemer parked in front."
He said, "I'm coming over there 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...again, without hanging up.
He yelled, "IF I EVER FIND OUT WHO YOU ARE!!!"
"Yeah, 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 1802 West 34th Street , and that I was on my way home to kill
my gay lover.
Then I called Channel 9 News to let them know about the war
going down on West 34th Street I quickly got into my car and headed over
to 34th street .
There I saw two beating the out of each other in
front of six squad cars, a police helicopter, and a news crew.
NOW, I feel better.
Anger management really works!
|Thread||Thread Starter||Forum||Replies||Last Post|
|anger managment needed towards bicyclists||kingworm||General Discussion (Moto Related)||47||03-11-2014 09:04 AM|
|Dianosis: Relief or Anger?||Squoddybody||Health and Fitness||9||09-21-2012 08:17 PM|
|On the track in anger with a junkyard queen...||tomLSTD||Taking it to the Track||20||03-26-2009 11:28 PM|
|So my bike got pushed over in anger||MAVER1CK||General Discussion (Moto Related)||24||03-23-2009 09:43 AM|
|ANGER MANAGEMENT||CubanGIXXER||Off Topic||15||09-06-2008 06:13 PM|
|02-21-2007, 05:11 PM||#5|
Bevo's royal guard.
Join Date: Sep 2005
Feedback Rating: (8)
Experience: 7 years
09 Buell 1125CR
it was good, i was laughing
|02-21-2007, 05:31 PM||#6|
Join Date: May 2005
Location: Cut n Shoot
Feedback Rating: (3)
so old, I kicked the slats out of my crib first time I heard it.
[COLOR="Lime"][B]Highway HorrorS c.c.[/B][/COLOR]
I respect scootertrash because well... He's like the Jesus of building and fixing .