Mobile Phone Cold Calls
Someone caught me on a bad day today; firstly I had to speak to some fuckhead at my Doctors surgery, she pissed me off as soon as she breathed - c*nt.
Then at lunchtime some little dweeb was calling my mobile from an unrecognised number. I thought I’d be nice an answer it, only for the fuck head to hang-up - so I rang the number back, after all it could of been Paris Hilton calling for some moral support! When I got through to the firm I asked this pillock what he wanted? He asked me for my name, so I guessed it was a sales call, so I gave him my name - FUCK and OFF. He was not amused, then I hung-up.
Then the little fucker kept ringing me up, so I answered, he told me I was out of order to swear. Like I really gave a shit, then he started screaming ‘bitch’ down the phone. I was quite amused that I caused Mr Wankhead to reach that level!
The motto of the story is, if you cold call me on my mobile phone or on my land line, you are going to fucking get it. Like I give a flying fuck if you sell me another mobile phone.
Seriously, I am only going to buy my next phone from Phones4U, they have awesome mobile phone deals, and deals worth having at that.
In fact the bloke reminded me of that ginger haired freak of nature Alan Steele, (that’s ALAN STEELE, the foxes piss disabled hating knob rot from Worthing) there’s another c*nt who deserves nothing more than to get fucked in the arse by an elephant with VD.
Written by MrCrip on June 11th, 2007 with
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The Whizzard
#1. June 12th, 2007, at 10:10 PM.
It wasn’t one of those cold calling numbers was it? a ‘la this?