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JUST LEAVE ME ALONE
Posted On 01/22/2015 13:01:21 by Notgrnyyet

  

Have you ever just wanted to box someones jaws? I mean you'd just like to turn someone any which way but loose. Of course you can't and wouldn't do that. But I've sure wanted to

A lady called here the other night and started a spiel about something she was selling. I thought that what it was but now I'm not sure.In the first place I couldn't understand a thing she was saying so I did just what I usually do. I hung up on her. She called back, “Thes is veely m'portent Meem”. “Well MEEM! It aint portant to me because I don't know what you are talking about”. And I hung up again. Next it was a recorded message with that same irritating voice. I hung up again. Next a call came and my caller ID showed private message. I never answer them. KER PLUNK AGAIN!!. The next time it said pleeze dial 55. KER PLUNK AGAIN!! I was thinking I wish that ol' bag would call back and not hide behind a recording.

My phone is on the do not call list but as you probably know you get them anyway now and then. I was really getting flustrated. My red neck was on fire and my southern charm had dropped by the wayside when the phone rang again. GOOD GRIEF, Now I've Had it! I told her, I can't understand you so would you please stop calling me because I'm ready to call the police unless you stop at once.” The nerve of that ol' bag, she said she couldn't understand me either and asked what kind of accent that was. WELL THAT WAS ENOUGH FOR ME!!! Now I'm hollering, or maybe you'd call it screeching. Till now I had called her honey a bunch of times which is just a part of my southern vocabulary. I had not wasted my sugah, or sweet pea on her. Here is what I said the next time the phone rang::---- “Lady I done tole you not to call hyer no more. You caint understand me and I sure caint understand you so what the hecks the point. If I could git my hands round your neck I'd squeeze yur goozle right out your butt, but first I'd cork yur butt with my foot.” My Pastors wife's sweet voice said “Clydene, what in the world is wrong with you”. Oh My Gosh it took some splainin to get outta that one. After I got my BP under control she started giggling, I started giggling and I felt better. I had a dream that night and let me tell you I beat the tar outta that blasted lady who had been pestering me. By golly I did just what I had told her I would do. Course it was my Pastors wife I told. Never pick up the phone and spout your mouth off without being sure who you are talking to. It could be your mother in law maybe.

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01/22/2015 21:05:57

hey CLYdene Check uour image in the mirror, I suspect YOU;'ve turned into Meems-lol-------arthur





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