I just got prank called

[Ancient Grudge]

I hate being prank called, its so annoying. The worst part is that they always use *private number* so i can't phone 'em back.

 

[DS_Legionary]

I like to mess around with prank callers or telemarketers (the miracle of caller ID). I pick up the phone and in as deep a voice as I can muster I say "Lucifer speaking". Usually they will hang up right then.

Or I really like messing with the telemarketers by asking them "Is it free???" Then they go on about how it isn't but it is such a good deal, then you ask again "Is it free???" You rinse, wash, and repeat for as long as the telemarketer stays on the line rambling about they're product.

 

[WildFire]

What I like to do is to try to sell stuff to the telemarketeers when they call you. And be very insistant, if they're uninterested, just continue until they are annoyed enough to start lecturing you about proper telemarketeering.

The classic response - I think I got it from rmsharpe - is of course also hilarious. Ask for their home numbers and have them explain why they don't want you to call them in their homes. They usually don't get it, though.

Another good thing is to just freak them out by being weird.

I just act really interested, let them talk forever. When they finally ask how much I want I just tell them I wasted 15 minutes of their time when they could've sold it to someone else and hang up.

 

[HamaticBabylon]

Nah. what I like to do is pretend to be a communist when a telemarketer calls. It could go two ways.

Them:Hello, we're interested in selling you a credit card, and--
Me: *in thick yet still easily understandable Russian accent* What?! I would never buy one of your evil imperialist "credit cards"!!!
Them: Well then may I interest you in--
Me: The revolution is coming soon, capitalist pig-dogs!
Them: Wha--
Me: Hail Lenin!
Them: Sir, I--
Me: It shall be your head on a pike! Red Revolution!
Them: *click*

Option 2:
Them: Hello, I--
Me: *same accent* Tell me, comrade. Are you feeling oppressed?
Them: What--
Me: Do not worry, comrade. The revolution shall come soon.
Them:What are you talking about?
Me: I know, you probably can't talk now with those evil capitalists breathing down your neck. Fear not, comrade! In the name of Lenin-
Them: I'm not feeling opp--
Me: We cannot talk here! The Imperialists are listening, I'm sure! We must draw up plans for the revolution. Go to <bogus address>. We can talk there. Hail the glory of Marxism!
Them: But--
Me: Shh! Go to <bogus address>. We shall talk there. Good-bye, and keep strong, comrade.*click*

I love both options; I will wait for the "revolution" comrade!

 

[Amenhotep7]

Yay! Someone likes my prank calls!

 

[homeyg]

I used to try to prank call people when I would be at my friend's house but we would end up abadoning the call when I would laugh uncontrollably... I could never do a different voice than my normal one because for some reaso that causes me to laugh.

Oh, btw, I never thought of doing all of that stuff to the telemarketers before.

 

[nonconformist]

I tried calling my mum a few times pretending to be a telemarketer.....she never understood the accent I used

 

[Dann]

I used to try to prank call people when I would be at my friend's house but we would end up abadoning the call when I would laugh uncontrollably... I could never do a different voice than my normal one because for some reaso that causes me to laugh.

Amateur!

Here's another long one. Don't worry it's fiction. No one pulled this off. It's too cruel.

It's 12:00 midnight. Some college kid calls the girls' dorm.
Him: "Hello. Sorry for disturbing you at so late an hour. I just need someone to talk to in the final moments of my life..."
Her: "What? You're contemplating suicide? Why?"
Him: "Because... blah blah blah..." *Proceeds to pour out his imagined woes to the girl for an hour. Finally, he allows the girl to talk him out of his suicide attempt.* "Sigh... Ok. Thanks for being a friend." *hangs up*

Next evening, another guy calls the same dorm.
2nd guy: "Hello. This is so-and-so police detachment. Who was on this phone last night at around 12:00 midnight?"
After frantic querying, the girl from last night is found: "It was me. Why? is something wrong?"
Him: "It's like this. Something happened here last night. There was a suicide. According to his mobile phone record, this is the last number he called. What's your relationship with the victim?"
Her, shaking in fear: "No relation at all! I don't even know him!"
Him: "No relation? And you talked for an hour?"
Her, almost crying: "I don't know him, I swear! He called me up last night and..."
Him: "Can you recall what you talked about last night?"
Her: "......"
Him: "It's ok. Take your time to write down what you can remember, and we'll go over to interview you tomorrow."
Her: "Ok. I live at so-and-so.... My name is so-and-so.... "

Of course no one showed up. They call again the 3rd night.
Her: "What happened? I waited here at home the whole day."
2nd guy: "Puh-lease. You think you're the only case we're investigating? We had other more pressing cases so no more time to go interview you. Tell you what. Come to our station tomorrow at so-and-so time. The address is blah blah blah. Look for sergeant so-and-so."

The next day at the appointed time the entire gang is hanging out at the police station. Observing a cute young girl frantically inquiring about some unexistent police sergeant.

They call again that night.
Her: "What the heck is going on? I went to the station but..."
2nd guy: "Shut and and listen. Something else has developed. We just got a call from the morgue. The body is gone. All that's left is a message scrawled on the wall with blood. It's your telephone number...."
Her: "Aaaaaaaa!!!..." *faints*

5th night, the first guy calls again: "Hellooo... Do not be afraid.... I will not harm youuu... Even though I didn't listen to your advice I appreciated your kindness to meee... Therefore I shall stay at your side for all eternity protecting you... You'll never see me but rest assured I'll always be there... By your side....."

 

[LLXerxes]

Dann, your crazy.
And type slower....