How about this.. \

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

*Rings up SPCA*

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Me: Hello, do you do nueterings?

 

 

 

SPCA: Yes, we do.

 

 

 

Me: How much does it costs?

 

 

 

SPCA: (Cant remember.)

 

 

 

Me: Yes, that sounds reasonable. Do you do appointments?

 

 

 

SPCA: Yes

 

 

 

Me: Yes, well, I would like to get my child nuetered. When can I get an appointment?

 

 

 

SPCA:... Your child?

 

 

 

Me: Yes, my child. I dont want it to have babies I cant look after.

 

 

 

SPCA: *Hangs up*

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

That was great :XD:

This is funnier to my friends... Maybe you'll catch on though...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

*=whisper

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

*Rob: Say your from humboldt park and go [bleep] yourself tefft [bleep]

 

 

 

Me: I'm from humboldt park and go [bleep] yourself tefft BIOTCH

 

 

 

Girl: Ohh, were you at tefft the whole time?

 

 

 

Me: Oh, no, 1 year at eastview, and 1 at tefft.........

 

 

 

*Rob: why the [bleep] did you say tefft?

 

 

 

*Me: so she can't refrence or find me [bleep].

 

 

 

*Rob: Okay, but what the [bleep], tefft is so ghetto, only [bleep]tard gangstas on welfare go there

 

 

 

*Rob:.......oh [cabbage], you actually did go to tefft didn't you?

 

 

 

-ROB is smacked-

Hmm that pope story seems a little to far fetched.

 

 

 

Does any1 have any good name prank calls like Bart Simpson use to do?

Hmm that pope story seems a little to far fetched.

 

 

 

Does any1 have any good name prank calls like Bart Simpson use to do?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Here's some names:

 

 

 

Hugh Jass

 

 

 

Pat McGroin

 

 

 

Ben Dover

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Good stuff.

When you occasionally have a really bad day, and you just need to

 

 

 

>take

 

 

 

>it out on someone, don't take it out on someone you know, take it

 

 

 

>out

 

 

 

>on someone you don't know. I was sitting at my desk when I

 

 

 

>remembered a

 

 

 

>phone call I'd forgotten to make. I found the number and dialed it.

 

 

 

>A man answered, saying "Hello." I politely said, "This is Chris.

 

 

 

>Could

 

 

 

>I please speak with Robin Carter?"

 

 

 

>Suddenly the phone was slammed down on me. I couldn't believe that

 

 

 

>anyone could be so rude. I tracked down Robin's correct number and

 

 

 

>called

 

 

 

>her.

 

 

 

>

 

 

 

>I had transposed the last two digits of her phone number. After

 

 

 

>hanging

 

 

 

>up with her, I decided to call the 'wrong' number again. When the

 

 

 

>same

 

 

 

>guy answered the phone, I yelled "You're an A-hole!!!" and hung up.

 

 

 

>

 

 

 

>I wrote his number down with the word 'A-hole' next to it, and put

 

 

 

>it

 

 

 

>in my desk drawer. Every couple of weeks, when I was paying bills or

 

 

 

>had a really bad day, I'd call him up and yell, "You're an A-hole!"

 

 

 

>It

 

 

 

>always cheered me up.

 

 

 

>

 

 

 

>When Caller ID came to our area, I thought my therapeutic 'A-hole'

 

 

 

>calling would have to stop.

 

 

 

>So, I called his number and said, "Hi, this is John Smith from the

 

 

 

>telephone company. I'm calling to see if you're familiar with our

 

 

 

>Caller ID Program?"

 

 

 

>He yelled "NO!" and slammed down the phone.

 

 

 

>I quickly called him back and said, "That's because you're an

 

 

 

>A-hole!"

 

 

 

>

 

 

 

>One day I was at the store, getting ready to pull into a parking

 

 

 

>spot.

 

 

 

>Some guy in a black BMW cut me off and pulled into the spot I had

 

 

 

>patiently waited for. I hit the horn and yelled that I'd been

 

 

 

>waiting for that spot.

 

 

 

>The idiot ignored me. I noticed a "For Sale" sign in his car window,

 

 

 

>so I wrote down his number.

 

 

 

>

 

 

 

>A couple of days later, right after calling the first A-hole(I had

 

 

 

>his number on speed dial,) I thought that I'd better call the BMW

 

 

 

>A-hole, too.

 

 

 

>I said, "Is this the man with the black BMW for sale?"

 

 

 

>"Yes, it is."

 

 

 

>"Can you tell me where I can see it?"

 

 

 

>"Yes, I live at 1802 West 34th Street. It's a yellow house, and the

 

 

 

>car's parked right out in front."

 

 

 

>"What's your name?" I asked.

 

 

 

>"My name is Don Hansen," he said.

 

 

 

>"When's a good time to catch you, Don?"

 

 

 

>"I'm home every evening after five."

 

 

 

>"Listen, Don, can I tell you something?"

 

 

 

>"Yes?"

 

 

 

>"Don, you're an A-hole." Then I hung up, and added his number to my

 

 

 

>speed dial, too. Now, when I had a problem, I had two A-hole to

 

 

 

>call.

 

 

 

>Then I came up with an idea. I called A-hole #1.

 

 

 

>

 

 

 

>"Hello."

 

 

 

>"You're an A-hole!" (But I didn't hang up.)

 

 

 

>"Are you still there?" he asked.

 

 

 

>"Yeah," I said.

 

 

 

>"Stop calling me," he screamed.

 

 

 

>"Make me," I said.

 

 

 

>"Who are you?" he asked.

 

 

 

>"My name is Don Hansen."

 

 

 

>"Yeah? Where do you live?"

 

 

 

>"A-hole, I live at 1802 West 34th Street, a yellow house, with my

 

 

 

>black Beamer parked in front."

 

 

 

>He said, "I'm coming over right now, Don. And you had better start

 

 

 

>saying your prayers."

 

 

 

>I said, "Yeah, like I'm really scared, A-hole."

 

 

 

>Then I called A-hole #2. "Hello?" he said.

 

 

 

>"Hello, [wagon]," I said.

 

 

 

>He yelled, "If I ever find out who you are..."

 

 

 

>"You'll what?" I said.

 

 

 

>"I'll kick your [wagon]," he exclaimed.

 

 

 

>I answered, "Well, A-hole, here's your chance. I'm coming over

 

 

 

>right now."

 

 

 

>

 

 

 

>Then I hung up and immediately called the police, saying that I

 

 

 

>lived at 1802 West 34th Street, and that I was on my way over there

 

 

 

>to kill my gay lover. Then I called Channel 13 News about the gang

 

 

 

>war going down on West

 

 

 

>34th Street. I quickly got into my car and headed over to 34th

 

 

 

>street.

 

 

 

>

 

 

 

>There I saw two A-holes beating the crap out of each other in front

 

 

 

>of six squad cars, a police helicopter and a news crew

 

 

 

>

 

 

 

>NOW I feel much better.

 

 

 

>Anger management really works

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I found this very amusing.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Ive done some good ones Americans are the funniest to prank call

 

 

 

Englands quite good too.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Aussies seem to be abit boring when it comes to reciving prank calls.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

ill have to record a few someday.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Not a very Christian thing to do is it?

 

 

 

Dont you like prank calls?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

p.s

 

 

 

You use a voicemail service in your whois contacts dont you

 

 

 

Not that I would ever attempt a prank at you 8-)

Best way to do it in Scotland(and other places maybe) Put 141 before the number.

I phoned pizza place and asked them"Do you have a stripper." They thought I wanted a slipper.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Aside from that, prank calls are really amusing, but you have to admit, they are mean.

i foned 118 118

 

 

 

me: chicken tikka masala please

 

 

 

them:sorry sir, this is a help line.

 

 

 

me:yeah, you help me get my masala!!!