This just got sent to me on email. It’s so good I needed to pass it on. Enjoy!

“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 dialled it. A man answered, saying  ”Hello.” I Politely said, “Could I please speak with Robert  Campbell?”

Suddenly a manic voice yelled out in my ear “Get the right  fuckin number!” and the phone was slammed down on me. I couldn’t believe that  anyone could be so rude. When I tracked down Robert’s correct number to call him,  I found that I had accidentally transposed the last two digits.

After hanging up with him, I decided to call the ‘wrong’ number  again. When the same guy answered the phone, I yelled “You’re a  Twat!”  and hung up.

I wrote his number down with the word ‘Twat’ 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  Twat!” It  always cheered me up.

When Caller ID was introduced, I thought my therapeutic “Twat”  calling would have to stop. So, I called his number and said,”Hi, this is  John Smith from BT . 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 Twat!”

One day I was at Lakeside Shopping Centre, getting ready to pull into a parking spot. Some guy in a gunmetal grey Land Rover 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  Twat  (I had his number on speed dial,) I thought that I’d better call the Land  Rover Twat, too.

I said, “Is this the man with the gunmetal grey Land Rover for  sale?” Yes, it is”, he said. “Can you tell me where I can see it?” I  asked. “Yes, I live at 129 Woodlands Road, in Ilford. It’s a terraced house, and  the car’s parked right out in front.”

“What’s your name?” I asked. “My name is Steve Hansen,” he  said. “When’s a good time to catch you, Steve?” “I’m home most days as I’m  currently unemployed.” “Listen, Steve, can I tell you  something?”  ”Yes?” “Steve, you’re a Twat!”

Then I hung up, and added his number to my speed dial, too. Now, when  I had a problem, I had two arseholes to call. Then one day I came up with  an idea. I called Twat No.1.

“Hello?”
“You’re a Twat!” (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 Steve Hansen.”
“Yeah? Where do you live?”
“I live at Woodlands Road, Ilford, a terraced house, with my  gunmetal grey Land Rover parked out the front.”
He said, “I’m coming over right now, Steve. And you had better start saying your prayers.”
I said, “Yeah, like I’m really scared, Twat,” and hung up.
Then I called Twat No.2. “Hello?” he said.
“Hello, Twat,” I said.
He yelled, “If I ever find out who you are…”
“You’ll do what?” I said.
“I’ll kick your a*se,” he exclaimed.
I answered, “Well, Twat, here’s your chance. I’m coming over right  now.”

Then I hung up and immediately called the police, saying that I lived  at 129 Woodlands Road, Ilford , and that I was on my way over there to  kill my gay lover.

Then I called Channel 5 News about the hoodie war going  down in Woodlands Road, Ilford .

I quickly got into my car and headed over to Woodlands Road. I got  there just in time to watch the two Twats beating the shit out of each other in  front of six police cars, an overhead police helicopter and a News crew.

Result….

Now I feel MUCH better.
Take it from me, this anger management really works…!!!”

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