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Q&A: gimme a quiz, joke, or scary story plz, thx.?

i’m bored. plz make it be entertaining.
thank you so very much!

ANSWER:

Answer by slyguyfourteen
One day, a father of triplets (2 girls and a boy) is sitting down on his chair and relaxing. One of his daughters comes up to him and asks, “Dad, why’d you and mom call me Rose?” He answered, “‘Cause when you were born we dropped a rose on your head.”

The next day, his other daughter comes up to him and asks, “Dad, why’d you and mom call me Dandelion?” He answered, “‘Cause when you were born, we dropped a dandelion on your head.”

The next day, his son comes up to him and says, “Durhhhh!!!!” His dad says, “Shut up Cinderblock!”

Answer by Blackcatkurosaki
A young teenaged girl was a prostitute and, for obvious reasons, kept it a secret from her Grandma. One day, the police raided a brothel and arrested a group of prostitutes, including the young girl.

The prostitutes were instructed to line up in a straight line on the sidewalk. Well, who should be walking in the neighborhood, but little old Grandma. The young girl became frantic.

Sure enough, Grandma noticed her young granddaughter and asked curiously,” What are you lining up for dear?” Not willing to let grandma in on her little secret, the young girl said that some people were giving out free oranges and that she was lining up for some.

“Mmmm, sounds lovely,” said Grandma, “I think I’ll have some myself,” she continued as she made her way to the back of the line. A police officer made his way down the line, questioning all of the prostitutes. When he got to Grandma at the end of the line, he was bewildered. “But, you’re so old, how do you do it?”

Grandma replied,” Oh, it’s quite easy sonny, I just remove my dentures, and suck ‘em dry”.

Answer by Russian T
ANGER MANAGEMENT 101

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 a_s_s_hole!” 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 a_s_s_hole!”
It always cheered me up.

When Caller ID came to our area, I thought my therapeutic ‘a_s_s_hole’ 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 a_s_s_hole!”

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 a_s_s_hole ( I had his number on speed dial), I thought I had better call the BMW a_s_s_hole, 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 a_s_s_hole.”

Then I hung up, and added his number to my speed dial, too.

Now, when I had a problem, I had two a_s_s_holes 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 a_s_s_hole!” (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, a_s_s_hole.”

Then I called A_s_s_hole #2.

“Hello?” he said.

“Hello, a_s_s_hole,” I said.

He yelled, “If I ever find out who you are…!”

“You’ll what?” I said.

“I’ll kick your a_s_s,” he exclaimed.

I answered, “Well, a_s_s_hole, 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 a_s_s_holes 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.

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