Have you ever prank called someone?
 

and if so did they go along with it?

Yes, when I was a teenager we used to phone the operator, shout 'get off the line there's a train coming' and think we were hilarious :rolleyes:

We used to go to our local phone box and call Sexline omfg

I still do :hehe:

I don't see the whole question hbk4894 ?

Best prank call of all time...

wasabi prank call is also very funny...

It's in the title.

Have you ever prank called someone?

Yeah, we used to call the police from the phone boxes.

You've committed a crime, son

Whenever I ring my son I always say 'is mr walls there'? and he always puts the phone down on me :(

I can't imagine you having a son. You are a young girl in my head kizzy.

:hmph:

We were never caught. :smug:

You've never seen her under a strong light? :fan:

Yeah I used to love doing it when I was a young teen

No, never really saw the appeal

I've never seen any of her pics....

someone really should create a new thread where we all post brand new pics, taken on the day. I honestly have no idea what most people on this forum actually look like.

I would totally be up for posting brand new pics, seeing what everyone actually looks like today.

There's one called "meet the members". :laugh:

Scouse banter is messy.

I'm NOT a scouser. :fist:

What does that mean Kizzy?

Not a prank call but every time i'm having a conversation with my brother right near the end he says 'Josie' and when I say what he replies with 'Can your phone do this' and hangs up, he's done it for years.

Are you lion on main street ..... Well you better get up, there's a car coming :laugh:

I have done it too many times to recount, but always only on friends or family.

I am good with voices and accents and even my own mother got regularly pranked by me - God rest her soul.

My mother was foreign and despite living here since during the war she still had an accent and was very trusting and naive - traits which others found endearing.

Anyway, I was bored one sunny summer afternoon, and - in the company of my disapproving brother, who was visiting me, I dialled my mother.

The conversation went like this:

Me: (In a very cultured 'cut crystal' accent) "Mrs xxxx?"
Mum: (slightly anxious) "Yes. Who is this?"
Me: Is that Mrs Stella xxxx?
Mum: (even more anxious) Yes. Who is this?"
Me: "Good afternoon Mrs xxxx. I'm Peter Johnson the Marketing Director of M.Y.M Associates, and I'm absolutely delighted to personally inform you that you are one of the five winners of our recent 'Win The Groceries of Your Choice' competition."

There then followed a lot of confused comments from mum that she hadn't entered any competition.

Me: "That is correct Mrs xxxx the entry form was completed in your local ASDA branch by ... (fake pause as if referring to recorded data) ... your son... Mr xxxx xxxx. Congratulations."

There then followed another lot of comments of disbelief then delight from mum, which soon turned to excited wonder as it sank in that she'd 'won'.

Me: "I just need for you to give me the details of your choice of produce Mrs xxxx, then we can arrange for them to be delivered to your door fresh every week for one year."

More childish delight from mum, then:

Me: Can we start with your choice of fruit Mrs xxxx? You can choose up to four different fruits."

Mum: Can I have Mango?

Me: "Yes, of course..."
Mum: "Can I have Papaya?"

To increasingly disapproving looks from my brother, this went on for about 15 minutes - due mainly to my mum's over excited waffling - and ended with her listing about 12 items.

I promised that the first delivery would be on the next Monday and put the phone down, and within minutes she rang me, and my brother answered the phone:

Mum: "Oh my son, I have won lots of rations (Yes - she still referred to groceries as 'Rations' or 'Provisions') and she excitedly waffled on for a few minutes with my brother trying to tell her that it had been me hoaxing her, but she was not listening.

Eventually he gained control of the conversation and told her - in detail - that it had been me, and se said; "Oh that wicked wicked boy. He's such a joker." But you will not believe what happened next, but it is gospel. After he had explained to her, he handed me the phone and I was laughing to mum and ready to apologise for teasing her, she said: " Oh but xxxx my son. I won papaya. I won Mango...."

It took me the longest time to finally get through to her that it was me.

I will recount in another post, the most memorable of the numerous times that I pranked my mate - another builder, but not the 'sharpest chisel in the toolbox' - into driving late at night in the freezing cold and pouring rain, up and down a country street known locally as 'Millionaires Row', in search of a lucrative urgent 'Roofig Repair' commission. It really was hilarious.