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Here's one for prank calls gone wrong.
I was 14, and a friend and I decided to prank the hot girl in school. Fast forward a few weeks and my friend and another friend were walking along the street when a car stopped, and out stepped hot girls mobbed up boyfriend and his 18yo brother (hot girl remained in car). My friend proceeded to get his ass kicked in front of my other pussy friend, who just happened to be holding a fucking baseball bat while standing there watching.
Sorry! Didn't notice your post before posting. :$
Friends who watch friends get their ass kicked aren't friends. WTF man.
we used to call the Lords, went something like this:
us: Hi, is this the Lords?
them: Yes, it is.
us: THEN LET US PRAY
not as funny now as it was back then
Here is mine.
Me: "Hello madam this is so and so and I'm calling to let you know that your husband left his wallet at Molly's whorehouse".
Lady: "I'm sorry who is this again"?
Me: "Molly's whorehouse, your husband left his wallet here and he needs to come by and pick it up".
Lady: Screaming in the background at husband and then the phone hangs up.
I used to do the old Al Bundy prank.
Call someone with authority in your voice stating "this is the phone company, we'll be doing some work on the phones lines down the street and it's critical that you do not answer the phone for the next 30 mins or my technician will be elecrouted".
Don't give them a chance to respond and then hang up.
Then wait a few moments then call back.
Then keep calling.
Over and over until they give in then scream into the phone like you're being shocked "whhhhhhyyy wooooouuuullllllddddd yooooouuuuu aaaaaannnnnnssssswwwweeerrr ahahaahhaahahahahahaa!!!!!" then hang up.
LOL
Got some poor old lady crying one time doing that![]()
Yes, that's generally the response to a lame prank call. Excellent addition to the thread though. :thumbsup:them: Ummmm, ok. * click *
Yes, that's generally the response to a lame prank call. Excellent addition to the thread though. :thumbsup:

Found a guy in the phonebook named Lawrence Boehner.
Him: Hello
Me: Mr Boehner, my mom wanted me to call and apologize for getting into a fight with your son after school today, I'm sorry.
Him: Which son?
Me: Jimmy
Him: I don't have a son named Jimmy.
Me: Oh, I guess I must have beat the wrong Boehner.
Hysterical laughter ensues.
me calling chinese takeout:
them: herro, how can i herp you?
me: i want to order fresh rat tails
them: we no serve rat tairs heeyah!
me: ok, let me get an order of fried grasshoppers
them: no grasshoppahs! *click*
happened a few days ago
me calling chinese takeout:
them: herro, how can i herp you?
me: i want to order fresh rat tails
them: we no serve rat tairs heeyah!
me: ok, let me get an order of fried grasshoppers
them: no grasshoppahs! *click*
happened a few days ago
