Two coworkers were going back and forth with the Your Mama's So jokes. This one was dead center of hilarious:
Your Mama's so black she went to night school and got marked absent.
Wednesday, September 26, 2012
Thursday, September 13, 2012
Rural Indeed
Customer was having connection issues and so I then inquired:
"Sir, are you in a rural area?"
"I'm in a cornfield surrounded by a bunch of Amish people."
"I see, I'll take that as a Yes."
"Sir, are you in a rural area?"
"I'm in a cornfield surrounded by a bunch of Amish people."
"I see, I'll take that as a Yes."
Saturday, April 14, 2012
Pray for Us
Jeanie, God bless her, had to take an irate caller the other night and listen to her rant for a solid 25 minutes. Apparently the woman wanted information on her husband, which, hello!, we cannot give out without his permission. This loon claimed she had power of attorney over her 27 year old husband even if he's on the toilet. What that means, we truly do not know. She then went on to shout about how she talked to (screamed at) John Smith at 2am and said to Jeanie, "That John Smith was stupid and rude [he's neither] and I know that isn't even his real name [it is] and he made me so mad that I screamed at him so loud that he made me scare my dog so much that he went and pissed the bed while my husband was sleepin' in it." Her diatribe continued and she explained that her husband is a firefighter and doesn't have time to talk on the phone and give permission to anyone; she's got power of attorney, God damn it. Jeanie eventually had to stop the woman and tell her, "Ma'am, I'm going to hang up now."
Everyone in the office was completely silent listening to Jeanie's end of the conversation. Once she clanged on that maniac she filled us in on all the deets. That's when Brad said, "Whew, that husband of hers is living the life of Deliverance probably tied to a bed somewheres. No wonder he's a firefighter. He's prolly like, "Put me into any burning building - just help me to end this." When J.S. came in and we told him that he was rude and stupid and made a dog piss the bed he doubled over laughing and told us that she screamed at him for 20 minutes, hung up, called back, and when he answered said, "Aw, fuck, YOU AGAIN." Oh yeah, she was a real peach.
Everyone in the office was completely silent listening to Jeanie's end of the conversation. Once she clanged on that maniac she filled us in on all the deets. That's when Brad said, "Whew, that husband of hers is living the life of Deliverance probably tied to a bed somewheres. No wonder he's a firefighter. He's prolly like, "Put me into any burning building - just help me to end this." When J.S. came in and we told him that he was rude and stupid and made a dog piss the bed he doubled over laughing and told us that she screamed at him for 20 minutes, hung up, called back, and when he answered said, "Aw, fuck, YOU AGAIN." Oh yeah, she was a real peach.
Monday, January 23, 2012
Ouch
I had a caller the other day who needed to make a fast dentist appointment. He explained the situation thusly, "I busted a crown." "Ooo," I replied, "Which tooth?" "First one back from the incisor. I look like a meth addict."
Wednesday, December 14, 2011
Saturday, November 19, 2011
Oh Lord...
The other night, Jeanie got a call from her two sons, ages eight and ten. The phone call went something like this:
Jean: "Marco? What are you doing up? It's 10 o'clock at night."
Marco: "Mommy, me and Richie are on the computer. We wanna know your name as it appears on your credit card."
Jeanie then clenched her teeth and told them to go the hell to bed and stop buying things online. That poor girl, she'll be a functioning alcoholic by the time those boys get to high school.
Jean: "Marco? What are you doing up? It's 10 o'clock at night."
Marco: "Mommy, me and Richie are on the computer. We wanna know your name as it appears on your credit card."
Jeanie then clenched her teeth and told them to go the hell to bed and stop buying things online. That poor girl, she'll be a functioning alcoholic by the time those boys get to high school.
Thursday, October 13, 2011
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