Prank You Very Much! Happy April Fools’ Day, readers! This week, we share five stories that show the foolish hazards of pulling a fast one!
- Impractical Jokes:
Guys, take note: a fake stabbing to freak out your wife might result in a real stabbing—by your wife!
- Bohemian Nobody:
Customer, oo-oo-oo-ooh // Didn’t mean to make you cry // If you’re not back again this time tomorrow // Go away, go away // Your pranks don’t really matter…
- Prankin’ Like It’s 1929:
This elderly caller’s prank is probably older than your grandparents, but he proves laughter IS the best medicine—especially when it’s at your expense!
- Your Prank Got Spanked, Part 2:
A caller learns the hard way that if you’re gonna prank an employee, at least be original!
- Morbid Curiosity Killed The Cat:
Note to prank callers: your cat is NOT a get-out-of-jail-free card!
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| Oklahoma City, OK, USA |
(Okahoma has been getting a few earthquakes lately and apparently not everyone is used to them yet.)
Me: “911, where is your emergency?”
Caller: “Yeah, um, I’d like to report that my house just shook.”
Me: “Yes, sir, that was an earthquake. Is anyone injured?”
Caller: “Oh! Is THAT what that was? Nevermind!”
Me: “911, what is your emergency?”
Caller: “I’m a bad, bad boy.”
Me: “Yes, you are. I have a squad car en route to your location. Have a good day, sir.”
Me: “911, how can I help you?”
Caller: “Yes?! Hello! I live at [location]. My husband was stabbed by a madman! Oh, god! He’s outside my bedroom door! He’s knocking on it!”
Me: “Alright, ma’am, a police–”
(Suddenly, there is a lot of talking and a bit of laughing.)
Caller, to someone else: “You ****! You scared the **** out of me! A prank?! I called the **** police! I could have gone to jail!”
Caller, to me: “I’m sorry, ma’am. It’s a false alarm.”
Me: “Um, alright.”
Caller: “Actually, send over a cop car. I’m about to murder two men.”
(I get dispatched to a call: ‘1 year old male, possibly crying’. We get on scene and the mother opens the front door with a happy and healthy baby in her arms.)
Me: “Hi, ma’am. What seems to be the problem today?”
Mother: “Well, my baby just looked terrible so I freaked out and called you guys.”
Me: “It’s not a problem. Can you tell me what happened?”
Mother: “Well it was right after dinner. He looked confused, turned bright red, and started crying uncontrollably.”
Me: “And when did he stop crying?”
Mother: “He just stopped right before you guys got here. I changed his diaper, and here we are.”
Me: “Ma’am, I think I know what the problem is. Your baby was just constipated.”
(At this point, the grandmother walks in the room.)
Grandmother: “You called 911? He had to poop! I told you he wasn’t ready for solid food! I’m sorry, guys. You can go back to the people who really need your help. I got this.”