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When I was a kid in Indiana, i pranked an old woman on the phone. (1 Viewer)

Geezil

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Consistently. It was a period in time and my friend and I started prank calling. I am 41 now, i was probably 7? I don't remember. Anyway, i talk to her and she thinks I'm her grandson Bobby. So as consistent as I was at this age, I keep calling her. Once a week when my buddy is here at my house and it's the same thing, she thinks I'm Bobby, her grandson.

One time she found out before I called, and caught me, already knowing the truth, in conversation. I still remember that conversation and she was honestly so nice. But I know it hurt her because she really thought her grandson was calling her weekly. She didn't fond out until she talked to her daughter on the phone, you know?

That's Karma. I have received bad karma for that. More to come I'm sure.

What do you have that is, has, or might bring you Karma?

Good or bad.

 
Were you nice to her? How long did this go on? Perhaps you brought her great joy over that period of time.

I once snuck in and called a 900 number at a neighbors house when they were out of town.

 
Your version of pranking someone was to call a little old lady and make her think her family cared enough to call and chat with her?

You were a nice kid.

 
I remember calling the local KFC and asking how big their breasts were. Then I'd giggle and hang up. That happened about once.

 
Geezil said:
Consistently. It was a period in time and my friend and I started prank calling. I am 41 now, i was probably 7? I don't remember. Anyway, i talk to her and she thinks I'm her grandson Bobby. So as consistent as I was at this age, I keep calling her. Once a week when my buddy is here at my house and it's the same thing, she thinks I'm Bobby, her grandson.

One time she found out before I called, and caught me, already knowing the truth, in conversation. I still remember that conversation and she was honestly so nice. But I know it hurt her because she really thought her grandson was calling her weekly. She didn't fond out until she talked to her daughter on the phone, you know?

That's Karma. I have received bad karma for that. More to come I'm sure.

What do you have that is, has, or might bring you Karma?

Good or bad.
Woa, my best friend and I did something similar when we were little stoner skate punks. After ripping a few bongs one day we started making random prank calls. Just dialed any number after our town's prefix. One time my buddy gets this old lady on the phone, so he says, "Hi grandma!"

"Danny?"

"Yea, it's Danny!"

"Danny what are you doing?"

"Oh pulling a couple bingers."

"What?"

"Marijuana granny!"

"Oh does your mother know you're doing that?"

"Who do you think got us the bag!"

Et cetera. It doesn't sound all that funny, but to a couple of really high fourteen year olds, it was the funniest thing in the universe. We continued calling her every now and then with life updates. We were never sure if she figured it out, or if she was convinced that Danny smoked weed, banged a prostitute he later discovered was a man, broke his arm masturbating, and joined the circus.

 
We called a pizza place one time, I'm on the phone at like noon ordering 6 large pizzas with everything. The guy on the phone says, "Can you hold on a minute please?" I'm like, sure, no problem. He gets back on the line and tells me "Your phone number has just been traced." I almost swallowed my tongue. I was scared for the rest of the day. Literally.

 
Long ago when we were young and before caller ID, we would call the local pizza joint and have them deliver pizza to our neighbors house and then we would watch out the window as the delivery man showed up and the neighbors would tell them "We didn't order any pizza"

I remember getting caught one time because our one idiot buddy gave them our number as a call back number

 
About 20 years later that same pizza place was now a great place to go to and have cocktails as he expanded and now had a full bar and they poured a stiff drink. On Friday nights when they would close I was always one of the last ones out of the joint because I helped him open the place up and expanded his wine and beer list. Anyways, the staff would be cleaning the bar or downstairs doing end of day reports and I would answer and I would be walking out and the phone rang with people looking for late night delivery. I must have taken five straight calls and I took each and everyone of those late night orders. Double sausage large pizza with some Buffalo wings on the side, Meat lovers large, Taco Pizza large, telling them about specials that were outrageously priced so low, etc...

Only problem was? He didn't deliver. I mean I blurted out random totals and was telling the drunkards that it would be twenty to thirty minutes for delivery. It was funny to hear these people all happy that they were going to get some food in their drunk asses. And this place made some damn good pizza.

I did that and went home laughing my ### off just thinking that these poor souls will not get the pizza they so desperately wanted.

The next day I was walking in to have lunch before work right after he opened and I walk through the lobby and there are three guys just waiting to ##### that their order never came last night and the same time he is on the phone explaining to someone that they do not deliver and that they must have called the wrong place. I found out later that he had a big meeting and told the staff that if anyone else promises delivery, they would be fired. I felt bad because he was a really nice guy and I am sure the people who never got their deliery probably never ordered again from him.

 
When I was a kid my dad was a pastor and certain nights the home phone would ring off the hook for yadayada, almost invariably garbage that they consistently bothered my dad with, because I guess he's a pastor and he cares about every little thing these morons have to say. So one night the phone rings again and I look at my sister as I pick up and I answer "Grand Central Station." It's an old woman who is in charge of the prayer chain at the church, she was a missionary in Africa, she's a wonderful woman, through and through and she says. "Ohhhh, I was just calling to let pastor know so and so just died."

Great. I felt one centimeter tall.

 
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Our town had two three digit prefixes to the seven digit phone number. The other pre-fix tied to the last four digits of our number belonged to an animal hospital. Every week we'd get someone doing a prank call where we'd pick up and they'd just start barking. Was always good for a laugh.

 
When I first bought my house I was setting up local phone service and was on hold for a bit and I started thinking of 4 letter words that weren't curse words and I thought STUD, so I looked and it's 7883 and as the woman get's back on the line I asked if it was taken She checks, it's not, I ask for it and she says sure. My number was 879-STUD for years.

 

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