I thought this was great and have yet had the opportunity to try this out but as soon as I do I will let you know.

I had received this in a email from a Yahoo group, the original author I have lost and my apologies for credit is due you.

For all of you who 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, "This is Fred Hanifin, 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 tracked
down Robin's correct number, and called her. (I had 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 asshole!" 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. He'd answer and I'd yell, "You're an asshole!" It always cheered
me up.

When Caller ID came to our area, I thought my
therapeutic 'asshole' 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 asshole!"

So, one day I was at the store, getting ready to
pull into a parking spot. Some boy 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 the 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
asshole (I had his number on speed dial), I thought I had better
call the BMW asshole, too.

I dialed and someone said, "Hello?" 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 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 asshole!"

Then I hung up, and added his number to my speed dial, too. Now,
when I had a problem, I had two assholes 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 asshole!" (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 Beemer our 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, asshole."

Then I called asshole # 2:

"Hello?" he said.

"Hello Asshole," I said.

He yelled, "If I ever find out who you are..."

"You'll what?" I said.

"I'll kick your ass," he exclaimed.

I answered, "Well, asshole, 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 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 St. There, I saw two assholes beating the crap out of
each other in front of 6 squad cars, a police helicopter, and news
crew. Now, I feel better.