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OK. Let's start:

I've heard through my sources in the CIA and FBI that Saddam isn't all stupid. (Yeah, I have sources in the CIA and FBI. Me and that Chuck Barris guy. Fer shure.)

Saddam's watched what our planes did in Afghanistan and has ordered the renaming of some of his villages and town just in order to confuse us.

Some of the new names include:
Wherz-myroof
Mykamel-izded
Oshit-Disisabad
Waddi -El-Izgowinon
Pleez-Ztopdishit
Kizz-Yerass-Goodbi
Ikantstan-Disnomore
Wha-Tafuk-Wazi-Tinkin
Myturbin-Izburnin
Imma-Dedshmuck

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Now get this. I was sitting at my desk, when I remembered a phone call I
had to make. I found the number and dialed it. A man answered saying,
"Hello?"

I politely said, "This is Fred Hanifin and could I please speak to Robin
Carter?"

Suddenly the phone was slammed down on me! I couldn't believe that anyone
could be that rude. I tracked down Robin's correct number and called her.
She had transposed the last two digits incorrectly.

After I hung up with Robin, I spotted the wrong number still lying there on
my desk. I decided to call it again. When the same person once more
answered, I yelled "You're an asshole!" and hung up.

Next to his phone number I wrote the word "asshole," 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. He'd answer, and I'd yell, "You're an asshole!"

It would always cheer me up. Later in the year the Phone Company introduced
caller ID. This was a real setback for me; I would have to stop calling the
asshole.

Then one day I had an idea. I dialed his number and when I heard his voice,
"Hello?" I made up a name. "Hi. I'm with the Telephone Company and I'm just
calling to see if you'd be interested in our caller ID
program?"

"No!" he shouted and slammed the phone down.

I quickly called him back and said, "That's because you're an asshole!"

(Keep reading this, it gets better!)


An old lady at the shopping center really took her time pulling out of a
parking space. I didn't think she was ever going to leave. Finally, her car
began to move and she started to very slowly back out of the slot. I backed
up a little more to give her plenty of room to pull out. "Great," I thought,
"she's finally leaving."

All of a sudden this black BMW comes flying up the parking aisle in the
wrong direction and pulls into her space. I hit the horn and started
yelling, "You can't do that. I was here first!"

The guy climbed out of his BMW completely ignoring me. He walked toward the
shopping center as if I didn't even exist. I thought to myself, "This guy's
another asshole; there sure are a lot of assholes in this world."

Then, I noticed he had a "For Sale" sign in the back window of his car. I
wrote down the phone number. Then, I hunted for another place to park.

A couple of days later, I'm sitting at my desk. I had just gotten off the
phone after calling 823-4863 and yelling, "You're an asshole!" (It's really
easy since I have his number on speed dial now.)

I noticed the phone number of the guy with the black BMW there on my desk
and thought I'd better call this guy, too. After a couple rings, someone
answered the phone and 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 1802 West 34th street. It's a yellow house and the car's
parked right out front."

I said, "What's your name?"

"My name is Don Hansen."

"When's a good time to catch you, Don?"

"I'm home in the evenings."

"Listen, Don, can I tell you something?"

"Sure..."

"Don, you're an asshole!" And I slammed the phone down.

Then, I added Don Hansen's number to my speed dialer. I must say, for a
while things seemed to be going much better for me. Now, when I had a
problem I had two assholes to call.

Then, after several months of calling the assholes and hanging up on them,
it just wasn't as enjoyable as it used to be. I gave the problem some
serious thought and came up with this solution:

First, I had my phone speed dial asshole #1.

A man answered nicely, "Hello?"

I yelled, "You're an asshole!" but I didn't hang up.

The asshole said, "Are you still there?"

I said, "Yeah."

He said, "Stop calling me."

I said, "Make me asshole."

He said, "What's your name, pal?"

So I told him, "Don Hansen."

He said, "Where do you live?"

"1802 West 34th Street. It's a yellow house and my black BMW's parked out
front."

"I'm coming over right now, Don. You'd better start saying your prayers."

"Yeah, like I'm really scared, asshole!" and I hung up.

Then I called asshole #2.

Don Hansen answered, "Hello?"

I said, "Hello, asshole."

He said, "If I ever find out who you are..."

"You'll what?"

"I'll kick your ass."

"Well, here's your chance. I'm coming over right now, asshole." And I hung
up.

Then I picked up the phone and called the police. I told them I was on my
way to 1802 West 34th Street and that I was going to kill my gay lover as
soon as I got there. Another quick call to Channel 13 about the gang war
going on down on West 34th Street.

After that I climbed into my car and headed over to 34th Street to watch
the whole thing. Glorious satisfaction! Watching two assholes kicking the
crap out of each other in front of 6 squad cars, a police helicopter and a
news crew was one of the greatest experiences of my life!

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A good friend will bail you outta jail... A true friend will be sitting next to you saying "That was fucking awesome!!!'