A cry for help
June 9, 2006 – 7:59 amWhile looking for pizza places in the phone book at the Outer Banks beach house last week, we found this:
The help line is apparently named after the sound you make when you’ve had too much alcohaaaaaal. I also like the wording: “24 Hour Abuse Access”. For those odd hours when you just gotta have some abuse.
Interestingly, a Google search yields many listings with this misspelling.
3 Responses to “A cry for help”
I need abuse. RIGHT NOW
By ClintJCL on Jun 9, 2006
It’s like, an emergency or something
By JGraff on Jun 9, 2006
Q: WHAT DO YOU WANT?
M: Well, I was told outside that…
Q: Don’t give me that, you snotty-faced heap of parrot droppings!
M: What?
Q: Shut your festering gob, you tit! Your type really makes me puke, you vacuous, coffee-nosed, maloderous, pervert!!!
M: Look, I CAME HERE FOR AN ARGUMENT, I’m not going to just stand…!!
Q: OH, oh I’m sorry, but this is abuse.
M: Oh, I see, well, that explains it.
Q: Ah yes, you want room 12A, Just along the corridor.
M: Oh, Thank you very much. Sorry.
Q: Not at all.
M: Thank You.
(Under his breath) Stupid git!!
By doranchak on Jun 19, 2006