Clark Kent
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Congrats, poor Tonya was probably killed after that![]()
That's exactly what I was gonna say.
That's what she gets for cheating on her husband!
jag
Wow.
You're just sick.
Congrats, poor Tonya was probably killed after that![]()
That's what she gets for cheating on her husband!
jag


Haha, very true!
this happned 2 years ago.
Woman: Yeah, so when is the appointment?
Me: What?
Woman: For the Plastic Surgery...
Me: Oh yeah...uh...That. It's at 3. It's 250 Dollars!
Woman: Really?! Oh man thanks. i'll be sure to do that. I owe you my life. *hangs up*
I felt guilty for like...2 days when...
she called....AGAIN!
Woman: WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?!?!?!?!?!?!?!
Me: Im sorry what?
Woman: The Surgery was like 800 dollars!
Me: And.....?
Woman: You ripped me off!
Me: And...?
Woman: I was made fun of at college today! I feel like Nothing!
Me: AND....???
Woman: You don't even care! *hangs up*
now um, if there was a suicide in the montreal area by a college woman around 2 years ago. yeah....ummm....sorry![]()



Wow.
You're just sick.
And you too.
Wow, I'm on a putting people on ignore spree tonight.

Sometimes they start their message as 'Um...not sure if I have the right number but.....'This happened a few months ago, one day when I was working from home:
*cell phone rings*
Me: Hello
Rude Guy: Who the F**K is this!?
Me: Excuse me!?
Rude Guy: Put Tonya on the phone! NOW, motherf****r!!!
Me: Excuse me? Who the hell are you talking about?
Rude Guy: You KNOW who I'm talking about! Put her on!
Me: Dude, you've got the wrong number. Get over it.
Rude Guy: Don't bulls**t me, a**hole!!!
Me: You really do have a wrong number. Goodbye.
*hangs up cell phone*
*cell phone IMMEDIATELY rings again, same number that Rude Guy called from before so I answer it*
Me: Dude, I told you that you have the wrong number
Rude Guy: I KNOW SHE'S THERE! PUT HER ON! PUT THAT B***H ON THE PHONE! NOW! DO IT NOW!!!!!
Me (laughing at him at this point): You're insane. I don't know a Tonya. Check your number again, good grief. *hangs up on Rude Guy again*
*cell phone starts ringing once again...surprise...it's Rude Guy...I let it ring for awhile and then an evil thought crosses my mind and I answer it*
Rude Guy: IF YOU HANG UP ON ME AGAIN I'LL FIND YOU AND BEAT YOUR ASS!!!!![]()
Me: Whatever *lets out a small moan*
Rude Guy: I KNOW THAT ****E IS THERE! PUT HER ON THE PHONE!
Me: Mmmm.....ohgawwwd....umm....sorry, she's kind of...busy....right now. *whispers "Slower! Not so fast!"
Rude Guy: WHAT THE F**K ARE YOU DOING WITH MY WIFE!? I'M GOING TO KILL YOU, MOTHERF****R! PUT HER ON THE PHONE!
Me: She's kind of got her mouth...ohgawwd!....full right now. Can you call back in say...an hour?
Rude Guy: YOU'RE DEAD! YOU'RE FRIGGIN' DEAD, TONY! THAT'S RIGHT! I KNOW WHO YOU ARE!!!!
Me (and no, my name's not Tony): Whatever...your wife has a magic mouth. Come find me! *hangs up*
*cell phone rings and I let it go to voicemail, which was a bunch of entertaining nonsense about how he was going to kill me, kill her, kill everyone in the neighborhood, etc.*
At this point, my wife comes into my home office "What the hell was all of that moaning about?" "Wrong number", I told her!After I told her the story I let her listen to the voicemail and she laughed her ass off. Never heard from the guy again. I bet Tonya got herself into some serious, serious trouble with him, though.
jag
....can't...breathe...I found out later it was a friend.
Mum: Hello, I'm with Belvoir lettings, I was wondering if I could speak with Joe?
Guy: Theres no Joe here, so **** off.
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....can't...breathe...
For someone who touts himself as a sex slave, Clark Kent is awfully uptight.![]()


Bahahaha, Jag is my hero. :heart:
hell yeah that's funny![]()
For someone who touts himself as a sex slave, Clark Kent is awfully uptight.![]()
Nah, he's swell![]()
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