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Post by Felix Falora on Oct 15, 2010 23:12:50 GMT -5
I have never really had a true prank call that was initiated by random people... until today. I'm being dead serious about it. This call was not made to scare me, thankfully, but it did piss me off.
Someone called my Mom's cellphone, so I answered it. I was polite, of course, and said hello to the person who answered. The response...
"Come over big boy, my pussy is wet and I need a hard cock inside me."
At this point, I just said goodbye and hung up. The phone number showed up as restricted, probably as a sick countermeasure to keep me from threatening her number with the police, but at her command, I left the phone with Mom. If the bitch calls again, she'll have an angry woman yelling at her.
Now I know what you're thinking. "GASP! Felix Falora refusing sexual advances?! The world's coming to an end!" Well... I do draw a line between the Internet and real life, I don't know where she lives, and even if I did, there's no way I'm going to some hooker I don't know looking for sex. (Especially when I have a very competent, clean boyfriend I know I can get good sex from.) Not to mention it could also be any number of things that is also not good, but beyond that, no hookers for me.
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Post by nintendonut1 on Oct 16, 2010 12:57:05 GMT -5
Duuuude, I have a couple of really hilarious prank call stories. XD Both took place while I was in middle school, the time when I didn't have a cellphone, but I had a seperate phone line in my room, so techincally I had my own phone number. Okay, first one, I was doing homework and I had Glenn Miller playing in my room. The phone rings. Me: Hello? Caller: .....hi. Me: ..who is this? Caller: Um, Mark. Me: Mark who? I don't know any- Caller: Oh, hey. Is that Jazz you're listening to? Me: ....yes. Caller: Oh. You're very cultured. Bye. *click* Me: ...... Yeah, I imagined it was a FAILED prank call attempt. XD Second one happened in the middle of the night and prompted me to disconnect my phone line whenever I went to bed. First call was the typical heavy breathing. I could barely make out "you turn me on" in between. I was all "wtf," hung up, and went back to bed. Not two minutes later, I got the same call again and this time demanded who it was. He stopped and asked if I was a "Melissa" and I said no. Then we started talking a bit. First of all, he asked me if I was married and based on instinct alone, I said yes. This is a big leap for me considering how naive I was at the time. He sounded disappointed and went into a tirade about how his girlfriend left him and how he wanted someone to talk to. I repeatedly told him how I was tired and needed to get back to sleep, but he kept begging me to stay on the line. He asked me my interests, I said art and writing, and then he kept saying my voice turns him on. At which point I said my husband's a cop and he could potentially get in huge trouble if he didn't hang up. ....no I wish. That's what my parents said I should have said. But eventually he gave up and hung up, and I disconnected my phone line for the rest of the night. ....Yush. :3 Haven't gotten any lately though, real bummer.
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