Call Me Busy
Phone calls should rarely be made. And when they do, they should be terminated as quickly as possible.
All men know this because men know how to use things like telephones and band saws and eyeballs. We know how to use things because we invented them. Women using anything is like a bunch of monkeys trying to use a prop from Star Trek someone threw into the jungle. There’s just a shitload of noise and nonsense and anyone with half a brain knows none of it is going anywhere.
I get calls at work all the time. It’s because I’m a man and as a man I know how to solve all problems. However, when I do get calls at work I often find myself answering questions in the manner of, “Yes, I did see the news last night,” or “Why yes I am quite busy. Thank you for asking.”
Women talking on the phone are like that fortune cookie game where you can put “in bed” or “without a butler” at the end of every prediction. With women you can follow up your answer to every single one of their questions with, “What the fuck is your point?”
No man has ever spent more than ten minutes on the phone with another man — unless it’s a tech support call. With women it’s just endless buttering up to a question they’re never going to ask on their own. Buttering and buttering until the cracker is ready to break apart in their hand and fall all over the phone.
“Are you busy?”
I can’t even rightly assess where in a woman’s mind that question comes from. Of course I’m fucking busy. It’s called work, not fuck about and do whatever you please in a strange place that isn’t your house. That’s a woman’s life.
Women just love being an inconvenience. They also can’t stand having to ask a man for anything, including his help. Just like when a woman “needs” money, when she calls you at work, she thinks she’s already gone above and beyond the call of duty and that you as a man should know exactly what she’s gone and fucked up and what exactly to tell her to do to unfuck it.
For all the wrong reasons, women are completely right.
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Your website is right on the money. This is especially true of South Florida women. My fellow phsicians and I are amazed at the caliber of women down here. If they are not outright whores (like my ex-girlfriend) they are bi-polar, gold diggers, on Prosac or some other kind of drug, unreliable, not trustworth, and my favorite, looking for a daddy for their brats. All of us want to get out of here ASAP and I am making plans to do just that. Your website is extreme but perhaps women will inderstand that we (Men) are quickly becoming pissed off at thier stupidity and will soon find that thier collective rectums are suited only for our shoes.
That is so true.
My old roommate used to drive me nuts. His girlfriend would call every god damn day, and they’d be on the fucking thing for 2 hours. They’d spend the last half hour trying to hang up. “You hang up first, no you first. You hang up. I won’t until you do….”
God dammit.
Even when I was waiting for a call, a very important call mind you, she wouldn’t stay off the god damn line.
“Can I talk to (x)?” “No, I need the phone, call back tomorrow.” “But its important, it’ll only be 5 minutes.” Then I hear him talking about the weather and some other bullshit. Half an hour later, I miss the call, and she’s still going strong about whatever stupid gossip she can think of. I would’ve drug her out into the street and fired a harpoon into her head if I had to put up with that. Anyway, that’s all I got for now. I might have to post some other horror stories I have of her. I’ll save those for a slow day.
Thank you Geezer (Bowing), I appreciate the sentiment. No I haven’t the pleasure of learning from Dick, being fairly new here. However, I have lived long enough, and experienced enough to know, I want the least amount of stupidity or incompetence in my life. I don’t tolerate shit like that anymore. So from now on I speak what is on my mind. There is no more sugar-coating it, or biting my tongue. I just say it.
Woo-hoo. I have been searching for such an eloquent answer to that question. I expected to get it from Dick, but Joe, you must be learning at Dick’s knee. Does that count as busy? No, but the Tech Writer with bodacious ta-tas was busy.
Heheh
The Geezer
You are so right on that one Dick…..Every damn time my woman calls me at work, the first thing she asks is “Are you busy?” Duh!!! She should already knows the answer to that question.
One time I did tell her I wasn’t busy. My exact words were….”Am I busy?….Well, you know that tech writer with the big breasts???….Good….She is currently under my desk, carrassing my balls in her hand and licking my shaft with her tongue. Does that count as busy?” God was she fucking mad! She screamed “Why the fuck would you say something like that!!!” I then told her to stop asking me stupid questions, otherwise she will get stupid answers.