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Phone pranks
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ANARCHIST PHONE PRANKS I
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[> Formatted in 80 Columns and Lower Case for your damn printer! <]
Introduction:
The Telephone is possibly the most useful device ever invented for the
Anarchist/Prankster. With it, you can effectively terrorize a person or permanently
ruin his/her life forever, quickly, easily, anonymously, and without ever leaving the
comfort
and privacy of your own home. It can open up new vistas in entertainment and bring
hours of fun. Outlined herein are several Krackartist favorites for phone terrorism,
and general cranking. The usual disclaimer applies: they are intended for information
al purposes only, and we take no responsibility for whatever happens to the victim or
the perpetrator. [But, don't let that stop you!]
Case History:
The Victim: Bob Retard <not his real name>, 22 years old - such the lozer, Nerds
use him as a guideline. Let me describe Bob Retard in greater detail...For one thing,
Bob was a mormon, and that was bad enough, but his appearance was even worse. He wa
s weak and skinny. Bob always wore the same old, pale-blue fishing hat no matter where
he went. He probably wore it to cover up his greasy hair; it looked like he hadn't
washed it since 1974, (but, I was always afraid to look any closer than I dared) and
it looked like he combed it back with his clumsy hands. I don't think he had shaved
in as long either, because he had this stubble growing on his face, like a slime mold.
He had an annoying, pimply little voice, like his nose was stopped up with mucus
or something. And around his neck was a whistle and a light-meter (we never could
figure those out), and strapped to his hip he always carried a 99 function scientific
calculator IN A HOLSTER! (Can you believe it?) Maybe he wanted to be ready to do numer
ic battle or something, I don't know. In his shirt pocket, he had a leather pocket-guard
with an assortment of multi-color pens and mechanical pencils. I got the impression
that is mother (who must have been a Hellen-Keller clone) had dressed him. You c
ould spot him anywhere, whether riding his bike (him and that bike!), or on rare
occasions cruising at a speedy 15 MPH in his sporty 1969 Ford Falcon. Honestly, I cannot
help but make a comparison in my mind between him and Pee Wee Herman (I detest that l
ittle prick!) because they looked and acted exactly the same; the only difference being
that Pee Wee does it on purpose. In short, Bob was an ugly mother-fucker, and probably
a genetic reject. Infact, everyone in his family was a genetically defected Bob
clone! But, he was generally harmless and so everyone picked on the spud. So one week,
we decided we'd pull some cranks on 'ol Bob Retard and some people picked at random,
just for phun.
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| Be alert! |
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*) First, we decided to send Bob a few pizza's | all the lerts it |
(at his expense, of course!) So we calmly called up | can get! |
every pizza place we could find that delivered. |__________________|
Rebel told 'em he was Bob and if they asked for a
phone number, he gave 'em Bob's, number that rang forever, or even a local BBS's modem
number (it doesn't really matter since they never call anyway). We ordered the same
thing at every pizza place: 2 large pizza's with everything on them and 3 large co
kes (incase he got thirsty). The bill was about $15 for each order. It must have been
pretty surprising that every half hour a pizza delivery car came to his house for a
total of 8 large pizza's and 12 large cokes! Too bad none of the Vietnamese restau
rants here deliver, or else we could have sent him roast dog (yum!)
*) The next day, it occured to us that Bob had stayed in that house too long (poor Bob
never went anywhere), and that a trip somewhere (it didn't matter where! Anywhere!)
would be his chance to get away from it all. So we called 6 taxi services (we want
ed to give him a variety) to come and pick him up at his house and take him to the
airport! Then we decided he should have the choice of going in style and luxury, so
in addition, we called 2 limousine services and arranged for a third to pick him up the
next day (incase he missed the opportunity the first time.) The bill came to about
$60 or so. Unfortunately, he didn't leave. ________________________ I wonder if he
got the clue?
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*) Rebel | Anarchy Rules! | suggested the possibility that
Bob's house was |________________________| infested with fleas and ticks
and maybe even termites. So, just to be on the safe side, we called a termite
inspection company to come check out his house. (We're so considerate, don't you
think?) They said it would be $70 just to show up. It seemed like a fair price to us,
so we
(or rather, Bob) agreed and said we'd have a check ready. Then we called the friendly
neighborhood pest control and told them about Bob's flea and tick problem, and made an
appointment a few days in advance for them to put a tent (a fucking tent!) over hi
s house and fumigate it. It would cost around $120. When Bob was approached by the
termite inspection guy, he told him that he hadn't called him, that it was probably a
practical joke (Bob's so swift!) and turned him away, like he had the taxi's, the li
mo's and the pizza delivery's. Needless to say, they were all very pissed (and some
were even heard to utter some verbal execrations at Bob).
*) But, we weren't finished yet! Bob's life was infinitely too boring
(thou'hD]r+Y=#CI+#"{FkXn indepth study on just what it was he did for 'entertainment'),
so we thought a brand new video recorder would be just the thing. We called up a loc
al TV shop that also sold video recorders. What kind would we get? Nothing but the
best for our buddy Bob! Spare no expense! Rebel talked to the salesman and asked about
the best VHS unit we could get - one with remote control and 8 hour quality record
ing, 14 day programmable timer, LED and digital display and all that kind of good shit.
That was the unit we wanted - it would cost about $700. After some more talking and
an extra $50 fee, we convinced him to come over to Bob's and deliver it, C.O.D. i
n a few hours. Joking "do you guys accept cash? Everyone's using Credit Cards these
days," made our story a little more credible. Be calm, polite, sound a few years older
than you really are, and be able to B.S. your way through things in a jam, and th
at's the key.
*) Finally, about this time, we decided clumsy Bob had locked himself out of his house
(Oh, dear!) So Rebel called 2 locksmiths (2 locksmiths is good for effect) and told
'em he was Bob, calling from a neighbor's house and that he had just locked himself
out of his house. We told 'em it was a deadbolt lock and to bring the heavy
equiptment. Each locksmith would charge a $35 fee just to show up, and extra to work
the lock. That was reasonable, and afterall, poor Bob was locked out of his house and
it w
as getting dark! I bet they were surprised to find Bob open the door and meet them!
I bet Bob was more surprised to learn he had been locked out of his house!
*) We pulled a few more stunts on him that go without mentioning, like ordering a
Garbage Truck to come pick up tree limbs and assorted refuse, and calling another
service to re-pave his driveway. But, I'll save those exploits for later.
At the end of the week-long terrorist spree, we added up the damage, and compiled the
following list (figures are approximated):
Quantity/Item Cost
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8 Large Pizza's, 12 Large Cokes..............$ 60
6 Taxi's, 3 Limo's...........................$ 60
1 Termite Inspector..........................$ 70
1 House Fumigation...........................$ 120
1 Super Hi-Tech VCR..........................$ 700
2 Locksmiths.................................$ 70
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$1080
[Wow, a spiffy little chart like TIME magazine does!]
The Coupe De Grace:
We rounded it off to an even $1100. Then, we sent him an anonymous letter politely
thanking him for participating in our 'gag', acknowledged responsibility for the
'terrorist attacks' and presented the above list of damages and the total. And, encl
osed in the letter was $1100 in Monopoly money (You can get 'em at TG&Y), in crisp new
bills, that "should more than cover the damages." - Now that's classy! Actually, Bob
was too retarted to have been pissed, but at least we inconvenienced the hell out
of him! Of course, he didn't have to pay anything since he told everyone it was a gag,
so no real monetary damage was done.
Conclusion:
I could cover many more pranks, but I'll save 'em for a later Volume (afterall,
there has to be a sequel!) Be creative! Strip-A-Grams are boring, tacky, and
unimaginative (more than once). Looking in your Yellow Pages is often a great help for
com
ing up with ideas. Mail order C.O.D. is always good. Anytime you see anything on TV
or in a magazine that you can get C.O.D. go fer it! (To my knowledge, they don't
require any ID or verification, other than an address). It doesn't matter if it's expens
ive, it'll all add up in the end. "Ginsu: It slices, it dices, it can EVEN cut this 74
Datsun IN HALF and STILL cut a watermelon! But, that's not all..." If you're in a
hurry, send it Express Air, Overnight Service or whatever. And, in most cities and
towns there is a Senior Citizen grocery delivery service. Old folks unable to get down
to the local VONS/SAFEWAY can order their groceries and pay for it when they are
delivered. That one could be interesting! Or, how about calling your local Cable Co.
and cancelling someone's Expanded Cable Service? Oops! No more HBO, PLAYBOY, CINEMAX,
and the 30 odd other channels that person had! Cancelling the entire cable service is
not only suspicious, but more trouble for you than it's worth. [Thanks to Carol
M. for the Cable idea].
Look for the next editions of Anarchist Phone Pranks by The Krackartists: "Bob
plays Jeopardy", "Special Operator #337, may I help you please?" and "RadioFunkSpiel".
This has been a Krackartist Presentation.
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