Ok, This douchebag collections agent has has been calling my home looking for someone who has a past due bill. For the last 2 months I have been telling them they have the wrong name, nobody here with that name..etc. They think i`m lying and that i`m the person they want. They refuse to identify themselves...and are generally unpleasant. So everyday they call to harass and bother me. So I finally broke down and paid someone to obtain the number they are calling from. Now its payback time. I need a really good prank. What can I do with the phone number to cause them the grief they are causing me day in and out?
Well, the standard is rig up a pay-per minute phone sex number on your line, (an answering machine could also work) , but whether it might be legal or not, obviously you'd have to check that. And you might have to explain a few things to normal callers..... For that matter, is what their doing legal? Screw that, sounds dodgy. Have a similiar thing, these pricks calling every other day, not for me-but they already talked to the guy in question, he aint gonna do shit about it, and I STILL have to answer the frickin phone-its bloody harrassment, ive already told them to fuck off and not call again, they wont take a hint.
Give out their telephone number here and everyone on ET can call them claiming to be the person they are looking for. ("I am Spartacus")
ElCubano - Illinois....no addy available Acronym....phone sex....hmmm..I like it! It is fn dodgy. They wont even tell me what the bill is for. Strange... Macal - That would be cruel and unusual even for these cats...LOL There has got to be a way to get on a "please solicit me list"...
Yeah, Google the number and see if you can get more info on them. Generally it's tough to get accurate info on a legit skip tracer, but if it's a small time operation you might get lucky and be dealing with the owner. If you're willing to pay in order to get the phone number then why not go further and hire someone to go after more info. Once you have a name and address the sky's the limit. I'm a vengeful bastard so I'll get on the internet and sign them up for the NRA, porn, and drug mailing lists. The porn guys are pretty persistant, especially if you have an email address. Then there's the anonymous tip to the local D.A.R.E. officer. The Jehova's witness's. The mormons. BMG music club. The list goes on and on. Or if you want to be really nasty go to the weapons and explosives website (RogueSci) and copy down the formula for AP or the specs for making a silencer and send it to the F.B.I. or the Secret Service and ask if it's legal. With the other guys name and address mind you. P.S. Post the number.
http://holtieshouse.blogspot.com/2006/08/how-was-your-day-asshole_10.html 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 had forgotten to make. I found the number and dialed it. A man answered, saying, "Hello." I politely said, "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 realized I had called the wrong number. I tracked down Robin's correct number and called her. I had accidentally 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 asshole!" and hung up. I wrote his number down with the word 'asshole' 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 asshole!" It always cheered me up. When Caller ID came to our area, I thought my therapeutic 'asshole' calling would have to stop. So, I called his number and said, "Hi, this is John Smith from the Telephone Company. I'm just calling to see if you're familiar with the Caller ID program?" He yelled, "NO!" and slammed the phone down. I quickly called him back and said, "That's because you're an asshole!" 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 had 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 asshole ( I had his number on speed dial), I thought I had better call the BMW asshole, 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 asshole." Then I hung up, and added his number to my speed dial, too. Now, when I had a problem, I had two assholes to call. But after several months of calling them, it wasn't as enjoyable as it used to be. So, I came up with an idea. I called Asshole #1. "Hello." "You're an asshole!" (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?" "Asshole, 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, asshole." Then I called Asshole #2. "Hello?" he said. "Hello, asshole," I said. He yelled, "If I ever find out who you are...!" "You'll what?" I said. "I'll kick your ass," he exclaimed. I answered, "Well, asshole, 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. When I got there, I saw two assholes beating the crap out of each other in front of six squad cars, a police helicopter, and the channel 13 news crew.
Nice story, even if highly unlikely. Getting two people to assume adversarial positions has always been a classic. c
Write to prison inmates, enclose the phone number and write something like: "You're innocent, give me a call" "I know who did it".
I once heard that somebody put an ad in the newspaper stating a house would be demolished on x date (the date the owners would return from vacation), but anybody could show up before hand and take anything they wanted. The house was basically destroyed. People even took the windows. Of course, all the stuff inside was gone. Many newspapers now have certain authorization procedures in place to stop such an event. Perhaps not all of them, though. You wouldn't want people thinking that your place had free dumping for instance. Or free sod (come and take it). If you were gone, you wouldn't notice that somebody even put a sign in the yard that said "Yes the ad is correct". Just hypothetically speaking, of course.