Originally Posted by
chilidog
I feel I should be congratulated more than I'm not in jail on assault charges. Anytime I go somewhere lately, I secretly wish that somebody would just say something, or just look at me the wrong way. But nope. Where's all the dumbfukks in the world right now? Why's everybody being so nice? Not even a single idiot driver has cut me off. They'll come out of hiding once the damn nicotine rage goes away. Lil bastards.
I wish that there was an anger hotline, just like there's a suicide or gambling hotline. I could call up some poor volunteer, and just start bitching them the fukk out. The convo could go like this:
"Hello, Anger Management Hotline, this is Tom speaking, what's troubling you today?"
"Tom? Just fukking great - what're the odds that some fagboy named tom would answer the goddamn phone. Do you wear women's underwear, tom? I bet you do, you sneaky little fukk. Get the fukk off my phone, you little f\*g. Put your fukkin mom on the phone, you little bitch. Somebody needs to tell her that she fukked up her kid's life and destined him to a lifetime of sucking rooster in men's restrooms at truckstops, all because she named him Tom."
Yah, then I'd just hangup. See, where's the anger management hotlines!!