Curse-Drenched Masterpiece Gets Cable Fixed
This NSFW recording is an expletive-drenched masterpiece. It's a series of messages a customer left on a cable company's answering machine after his cable went out and every number they had listed in the phonebook was busy...
Our tipster says this recording used to get passed around at Canadian high schools during the 80's and 90's. You know, they say you shouldn't curse because you can communicate better by using specific, and clean, language. I think this recording transcends the form... it's a free-form jazz riff on the the four-letter word, a magnum opus of expletives. And in the end, the customer wins.
Still, file under "hilarious, but don't try this at home." Jokes aside, he probably could have gotten it fixed much quicker if he had just known how to use executive customer service.
(Thanks to Scott!)
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This guy needs Mr. Mackey's 4-step program:
Step 1: Instead of 'ass' say 'buns,' like "Kiss my buns" or "You're a buns-hole"
Step 2: Instead of 'shit' say 'poo,' as it "bullpoo," "poohead," and "This poo is cold."
Step 3: With 'bitch' drop the 't,' cuz 'bich' is Latin for 'generosity.'
Step 4: Don't say 'fuck' anymore cuz 'fuck' is the worst word that you can say. 'Fuck' is the worst word that you can say! You shouldn't say 'fuck,' no, you shouldn't say 'fuck.' Fuck no!!!
It reminds me of: "I have since heard of people under extreme duress speaking in strange tongues. I became conscious that a steady torrent of obscenities and swearing of all kinds was pouring out of me as I screamed."
Seriously, that was awesome. I think I understand what apoplectic means now.
/props to the late, great Jean Shepherd.
Sons of b*tches! Bumpuses!
@forgottenpassword: Red Green would have fixed it himself. Of course, it would have taken about 3 rolls of duct tape, 5 yards of twine, 1 2x4, and one old tire from 'round back. It would probably work better, afterward, too.
I'm a man, but I can change, if I have to, I guess.
@marsneedsrabbits:
"SLEEPING JESUS, YOU GONNA PARK THAT WRECK OR DRIVE IT?
The old man's latest curse-- one of an endless lexicon-- was a new one to me. I filed it away for future use. It might come in handy during a ball game or an argument with Schwartz."
Also by the late, great Jean Shepherd.
Ha, that ain't jack. I can top that without even being drunk. First, I learned to curse from my father, who learned the English language in the U.S. Army in 1942; then I took it to the next level. My fifteenth-hour-at-my-desk midnight rush-job rants are much far, far throat-destroyingly louder, with rage-powered multi-octave range and dynamic polyrhythms, and vastly more variously and scabrously profane as well.
Some times you just gotta let it out, you know?
The accent is an Ottawa Valley accent, not a Newfie accent (although the two are similar and often confused with one another). What's more he's an Ottawa Valley Orangeman, you can tell by the use of dogan (a slur against Catholics) as an insult. I've had a cassette of this recording simply known as "cable guy" both with and without the Beethoven accompaniment since 1990. It's much funnier with the music than it is without. Although the man is clearly from the Ottawa Valley the word on the street at the time this bus-tape was being heavily circulated had it that the cable company the calls were placed to was in London Ontario.
























Boy, Dick Cheney sure loves his cable