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redd
7/21/2001
where has all the love gone ?? we all sweat & bleed to make a living so kick back & have a cold one & chill out
Gary Vest
7/21/2001
Someone needs to teach you how to spell first, Bill.
Gary Vest
7/21/2001
Hey, Terry. Things are going great. Cutting in Southern Kentucky. How soon is the splicing going to start in Dinwitty? I'll try to get ahold of you Monday. Tell Paige hello. QC brother, QC. That clean up will kill ya. Take care.
Gary Vest
7/21/2001
Hey, Doug. The road sucks, but we're doing real well on the project we are on. Doing the two weeks out, then home three days and back out. I kind of figured you've been pretty busy, being the time of year it is and all. You have what, about a month of good weather left? Give me a call when you get around to it. Tell Teri I said hey.
Gary Vest
7/21/2001
You have got to be the biggest pussy I have ever ran across, Mark, a.k.a. SplicerLife. Your really one to talk about proper english and punctuation. Take a look at your ramblings, you illiterate son of a bitch. Like I said, you are more of a bitch than a bitch! That is why your punk ass wouldn't show up in Northern Kentucky when you found out my brother and Taco were there. Now you have two of us to worry about, because my brother is going to put your ass in the dirt when he runs across you, and if you choose to stay in cable, one of us will catch up with you sooner or later. Laugh now asshole, but I guarantee you will cry later. I'm really looking forward to the day I see you. It's going to be old school all the way. It will be well worth the assault charge and the bond, asshole. "If you don't like my train, FUCK YOU" You have got to be kidding. You sound like a fucking idiot. I'll burn your faggot ass train. I tell you what I'll do. I'll drive up to Cincinnati next Saturday night, and you just call and tell me when and where to meet you. Better enjoy your cable chat tomorrow night, because it will be hard to type when your silly ass is in traction.
SLJones
7/21/2001
Do any of you folks know where I can find a good CATV screen saver for windows?
Larry
7/21/2001
CLITFIELD, so, your mamma was a pirate and your cousin is a dead biker? What does mean you dumb fuck? I watched a Jackie Chan movie last night... that makes me a Black Belt! Fetch me a beer and make it snappy! When you get done with that you can blow my Doberman.
kycutters
7/21/2001
hey Gary the dude you are looking for is working a retro in dayton,ohio.later dude stay tuned for a warehouse address
"WHITFIELD"
7/21/2001
For all of you who occasionally have a really bad day when you just need to take it out on someone! Don't take that bad day out on someone you know, take it out on someone you DON'T know! Now get this. I was sitting at my desk, when I remembered a phone call I had to make. I found the number and dialed it. A man answered nicely saying, "Hello?"
I politely said, "This is Jerry Whitfield" and could I please speak to Robin Carter?" Suddenly the phone was slammed down on me! I couldn't believe that anyone could be that rude. I tracked down Robin's correct number and called her. She had transposed the last two digits incorrectly.
After I hung up with Robin, I spotted the wrong number still lying there on my desk. I decided to call it again. When the same person once more answered, I yelled "You're an asshole!" and hung up. Next to his phone number I wrote the word "asshole," 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. He'd answer, and I'd yell, "You're an asshole!" It would always cheer me up.
Later in the year the phone company introduced caller ID. This was a real disappointment for me, I would have to stop calling the asshole. Then one day I had an idea. I dialed his number, then heard his voice, "Hello." I made up a name. "Hi. This is the sales office of the telephone company and I'm just calling to see if you're familiar with our caller ID program?"
He went, "No!" and slammed the phone down. I quickly called him back and said, "That's because you're an asshole!"
The reason I took the time to tell you this story, is to show you how if there's ever anything really bothering you, you can do something about it. Just dial-###-####.
[Keep reading, it gets better...]
The old lady at the mall really took her time pulling out of the parking space. I didn't think she was ever going to leave. Finally, her car began to move and she started to very slowly back out of the slot. I backed up a little more to give her plenty of room to pull out. Great, I thought, she's finally leaving. All of a sudden this black Camaro come flying up the parking isle in the wrong direction and pulls into her space. I started honking my horn and yelling, "You can't just do that, Buddy. I was here first!" The guy climbed out of his Camaro completely ignoring me. He walked toward the mall as if he didn't even hear me. I thought to myself, this guy's an asshole, there sure a lot of assholes in this world. I noticed he had a "For Sale" sign in the back window of his car. I wrote down the number. Then I hunted for another place to park.
A couple of days later, I'm at home sitting at my desk. I had just gotten off the phone after calling-###-#### and yelling, "You're an asshole!" (It's really easy to call him now since I have his number on speed dial.) I noticed the phone number of the guy with the black Camaro lying on my desk and thought I'd better call this guy, too. After a couple rings someone answered the phone and said, "Hello." I said, "Is this the man with the black Camaro 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."
I said, "What's your name?"
"My name is Don Hansen."
"When's a good time to catch you, Don?"
"I'm home in the evenings."
"Listen Don, can I tell you something?"
"Yes,"
"Don, you're an asshole!" and I slammed the phone down.
After I hung up I added Don Hansen's number to my speed dialer. For a while things seemed to be going better for me. Now when I had a problem I had two assholes to call.
After several months of calling the assholes and hanging up on them, it just wasn't as enjoyable as it used to be. I gave the problem some serious thought and came up with a solution: First, I had my phone dial asshole #1. A man answered nicely saying, "Hello."
I yelled "You're an asshole!", but I didn't hang up.
The asshole said, "Are you still there? Stop calling me."
"No."
"What's your name, Pal?"
"Don Hansen."
"Where do you live?"
"1802 West 34th Street. It's a yellow house and my black Camaro's parked out front."
"I'm coming over right now, Don. You'd better start saying your prayers."
"Yeah, like I'm really scared, asshole!" and I hung up.
Then I called asshole #2.
He answered, "Hello."
I said, "Hello, asshole!"
He said, "If I ever find out who you are..."
"You'll what?"
"I'll kick your butt."
"Well, here's your chance. I'm coming over right now asshole!" And I hung up. Then I picked up the phone and called the police. I told them I was at 1802 West 34th Street and that I was going to kill my gay lover as soon as he got home. Another quick call to Channel 13 about the gang war going on down W. 34th Street. After that I climbed into my car and headed over to 34th Street to watch the whole thing. Glorious! Watching two assholes kicking the crap out of each other in front of 6 squad cars and a police helicopter was one of the greatest experiences of my life! The moral to this story is that I'm an asshole, a useless dumb ass and no good to anyone. Trust me, if you let me into your world I'll fuck it up!
independentbroadband
7/21/2001
That was funny.
