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<blockquote data-quote="Ranhiru" data-source="post: 5537642" data-attributes="member: 17748"><p style="text-align: center"><span style="font-size: 15px"><strong>Anger Management</strong></span></p><p></p><p><strong><span style="color: #000080">When you occasionally have a really bad day, and you just need to take it</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: #000080">out on someone, don't take it out on someone you know -- take it out on</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: #000080">someone you don't know.</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: #000080"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: #000080">I was sitting at my desk when I remembered a phone call I had forgotten to</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: #000080">make. I found the number and dialed it.</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: #000080"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: #000080">A man answered, saying, "Hello."</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: #000080"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: #000080">I politely said, "Could I please speak with Robin Carter?"</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: #000080"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: #000080">Suddenly, the phone was slammed down on me. I couldn't believe that anyone</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: #000080">could be so rude. I realized I had called the wrong number. I tracked down</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: #000080">Robin's correct number and called her. I had accidentally transposed the</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: #000080">last two digits of her phone number. After hanging up with her, I decided to</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: #000080">call the 'wrong' number again.</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: #000080"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: #000080">When the same guy answered the phone, I yelled, "You're an asshole!" and</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: #000080">hung up.</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: #000080"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: #000080">I wrote his number down with the word 'asshole' next to it, and put it in my</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: #000080">desk drawer.</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: #000080"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: #000080">Every couple of weeks, when I was paying bills or had a really bad day, I'd</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: #000080">call him up and yell, "You're an asshole!" It always cheered me up.</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: #000080"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: #000080">When Caller ID came to our area, I thought my therapeutic 'asshole' calling</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: #000080">would have to stop. So, I called his number and said, "Hi, this is John</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: #000080">Smith from the Telephone Company. I'm just calling to see if you're familiar</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: #000080">with the Caller ID program?"</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: #000080"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: #000080">He yelled, "NO!" and slammed the phone down.</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: #000080"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: #000080">I quickly called him back and said, "That's because you're an asshole!"</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: #000080"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: #000080">One day I was at the store, getting ready to pull into a parking spot. Some</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: #000080">guy in a black BMW cut me off and pulled into the spot I had patiently</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: #000080">waited for.. I hit the horn and yelled that I had been waiting for that</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: #000080">spot. The idiot ignored me I noticed a "For Sale" sign in his car window . .</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: #000080">so, I wrote down his number.</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: #000080"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: #000080">A couple of days later, right after calling the first asshole ( I had his</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: #000080">number on speed dial), I thought I had better call the BMW asshole, too.</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: #000080"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: #000080">I said, "Is this the man with the black BMW for sale?"</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: #000080"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: #000080">"Yes, it is."</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: #000080"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: #000080">"Can you tell me where I can see it?"</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: #000080"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: #000080">"Yes, I live at 1802 West 34th Street. It's a yellow house, and the car's</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: #000080">parked right out in front."</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: #000080"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: #000080">"What's your name?" I asked.</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: #000080"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: #000080">"My name is Don Hansen," he said.</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: #000080"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: #000080">"When's a good time to catch you, Don?"</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: #000080"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: #000080">"I'm home every evening after five."</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: #000080"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: #000080">"Listen, Don, can I tell you something?"</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: #000080"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: #000080">"Yes?"</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: #000080"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: #000080">"Don, you're an asshole."</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: #000080"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: #000080">Then I hung up, and added his number to my speed dial, too. Now, when I had</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: #000080">a problem, I had two assholes to call.</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: #000080"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: #000080">But after several months of calling them, it wasn't as enjoyable as it used</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: #000080">to be</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: #000080"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: #000080">So, I came up with an idea. I called Asshole #1.</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: #000080"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: #000080">"Hello."</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: #000080"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: #000080">"You're an asshole!" (But I didn't hang up.)</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: #000080"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: #000080">"Are you still there?" he asked.</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: #000080"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: #000080">"Yeah," I said.</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: #000080"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: #000080">"Stop calling me," he screamed.</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: #000080"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: #000080">"Make me," I said.</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: #000080"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: #000080">"Who are you?" he asked.</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: #000080"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: #000080">"My name is Don Hansen.."</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: #000080"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: #000080">"Yeah? Where do you live?"</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: #000080"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: #000080">"Asshole, I live at 1802 West 34th Street, a yellow house, with my black</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: #000080">Beamer parked in front."</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: #000080"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: #000080">He said, "I'm coming over right now, Don. And you had better start saying</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: #000080">your prayers."</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: #000080"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: #000080">I said, "Yeah, like I'm really scared, asshole."</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: #000080"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: #000080">Then I called Asshole #2.</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: #000080"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: #000080">"Hello?" he said.</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: #000080"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: #000080">"Hello, asshole," I said.</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: #000080"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: #000080">He yelled, "If I ever find out who you are...!"</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: #000080"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: #000080">"You'll what?" I said.</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: #000080"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: #000080">"I'll kick your ass," he exclaimed.</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: #000080"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: #000080">I answered, "Well, asshole, here's your chance. I'm coming over right now."</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: #000080"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: #000080">Then I hung up and immediately called the police, saying that I lived at</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: #000080">1802 West 34th Street, and that I was on my way over there to kill my gay</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: #000080">lover.</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: #000080"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: #000080">Then I called Channel 13 News about the gang war going down on West 34th</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: #000080">Street.</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: #000080"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: #000080">I quickly got into my car and headed over to 34th street.</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: #000080"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: #000080">When I got there, I saw two assholes beating the crap out of each other in</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: #000080">front of six squad cars, a police helicopter, and the channel 13 news crew.</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: #000080"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: #000080">NOW, I feel better - This is "Anger Management" at its very best.</span></strong></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Ranhiru, post: 5537642, member: 17748"] [CENTER][SIZE=4][B]Anger Management[/B][/SIZE][/CENTER] [B][COLOR=#000080]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 had forgotten to make. I found the number and dialed it. A man answered, saying, "Hello." I politely said, "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 realized I had called the wrong number. I tracked down Robin's correct number and called her. I had accidentally 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 asshole!" and hung up. I wrote his number down with the word 'asshole' 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 asshole!" It always cheered me up. When Caller ID came to our area, I thought my therapeutic 'asshole' 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 asshole!" 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 had been waiting for that 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 asshole ( I had his number on speed dial), I thought I had better call the BMW asshole, too. 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?" 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 asshole." 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. 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 Asshole #1. "Hello." "You're an asshole!" (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?" "Asshole, I live at 1802 West 34th Street, a yellow house, with my 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, asshole." Then I called Asshole #2. "Hello?" he said. "Hello, asshole," I said. He yelled, "If I ever find out who you are...!" "You'll what?" I said. "I'll kick your ass," he exclaimed. I answered, "Well, asshole, 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 over there to kill my gay lover. Then I called Channel 13 News about the gang war going down on West 34th Street. I quickly got into my car and headed over to 34th street. When I got there, I saw two assholes beating the crap out of each other in front of six squad cars, a police helicopter, and the channel 13 news crew. NOW, I feel better - This is "Anger Management" at its very best.[/COLOR][/B] [/QUOTE]
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