Prank Calls: Don’t Hate the Prankster, Hate the Prank


Funny stories about making prank phone calls | The Champagne Supernova

There are many reasons why I didn’t get into a Top-10 law school and prank calling during my undergrad days is one of them.

I mean, seriously, what else did we have to do?

In the true spirit of being a freshman and “how college ought to be,” I lived in the dorms during my first year at the University of Florida.

(For all you Gators, this was Trusler Hall… right across from Hume. It had a Blimpie Sub shop in the common area and it was walking distance to the Reitz Union… where we would use electronic funds from our Gator 1 cards to buy booze at the Baja Tortilla Grill – sorry, Mom and Dad!)

It was 2000 and I was fresh out of high school and equipped with important things like body glitter, butterfly hair clips, an AIM screen name, and was “living on the edge” by downloading music illegally on Napster.

In those days, we didn’t have cell phones, social media, or other distractions.

Each dorm room was equipped with a land line. For whatever (dumb) reason, the University published a “phone book” that included the telephone numbers of each student who was living in on-campus housing.

So if you wanted another student’s phone number and that student lived on campus, all you had to do was look up their name in this phone book and viola! you had it.

Our dorm was quite social and I met some of my best friends there, two of which I still see and speak to regularly.

In lieu of doing responsible things like studying and doing homework, we would often gather around each others’ rooms in our pajamas, get fat from Pokey Stix, and prank call the shizzz out of other people, courtesy of this phone book.

Our pranks were so good that they deserve a regular blog feature. I really wish I could make a living out of prank calling.

One prank stands out in particular.

There was a popular and important player on the school’s football team who regularly frequented the bars. Likely why we never won a National Championship under his watch.

I won’t name names (unless you ask me in person, ‘cuz lawyers never put anything damning in writing, yo!) but let’s just say he was quasi-famous and quite. a. big. deal.

One Tuesday after class when we should have been doing responsible things, an entourage of five other girls and I got this player’s phone number from the college directory and dialed.

Backstory: the evening before, we spotted him out at The Swamp restaurant, a bar that was popular to attend certain nights of the week, Monday being one of them.

Ring, ring, ring.

Hello?

[Imagine the voice of a 1-900 call girl named Krystle:] Hi, is this (name of super important football player?) 

Yes.

Hey… this is really embarrassing but my name is Carly.  I had so much fun with you at the Swamp last night. You made me feel so special and I would love to see you again. 

Long pause.

[Pretending he had a clue on earth who Carly was:] Oh hey Carly! I had a great time with you, too!

Um…. so I don’t normally do these things because I’m not “that kind of girl” but I would love to see you later today so we can get together… can you meet me on the front steps of the Swamp at 6:00?

Note: it was 5:30 p.m. during this call.

Sure!

We were shocked at his response. Clearly, he intended on getting some booty.

Alright, see you soon.

We hung up, high-fived, and then waited a few minutes before cramming into my friend’s Hyundai Elantra.

We drove to a dorm located directly across from The Swamp and then laughed our heads off as we witnessed this player standing on the steps at 6:00 sharp, waiting for some chick to arrive who didn’t even exist.

What a schmo!

He paced back and forth, stared at every single girl who happened to walk by to see if she looked familiar, routinely glanced at his watch with each passing minute, before giving up and leaving maybe 20 minutes later.

[Recall: these were the days before cell phones, so he couldn’t call or text “Carly” to find out her E.T.A.]

To this day, we still laugh when someone brings up this dude’s name. Many would say they can’t blame him, but who would seriously meet some girl they didn’t even remember?

What if she would have shown up to the front steps of The Swamp looking like Mama Fratelli from The Goonies or Pat from SNL? Then what would he have done? Dined with her or peaced out?

We can laugh about this because the answer is likely the latter.

Don’t hate the prankster, hate the prank.

Cheers!

    8 Comments on Prank Calls: Don’t Hate the Prankster, Hate the Prank

    1. Stephanie
      September 13, 2017 at 5:38 pm (2 months ago)

      Just. So. Many. Surveys were some of my favorites! Cindy Volwrath was quite the Sociology Masters candidate

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      • Emily
        September 14, 2017 at 5:47 pm (2 months ago)

        OMG!!!! I forgot about these. So great.

        Reply
    2. Brandie
      September 11, 2017 at 11:11 am (2 months ago)

      Ahhh laughing thinking about the many victims… And characters played. ❤️

      Reply
    3. Amanda oloughlin
      September 9, 2017 at 10:10 am (2 months ago)

      What about the time we involved my mom in one of our pranks!!!! 😂😂😂

      Reply
    4. Jen
      September 9, 2017 at 9:19 am (2 months ago)

      Ah! I loved your prank calls! The cake was my favorite. It still makes me laugh thinking about it. Stay safe!!! ❤️

      Reply
    5. Emily
      September 8, 2017 at 9:36 pm (2 months ago)

      Prank calling is one of my favorite college memories. But wait. Didn’t you tell him you’d be the one with the rose and then Amanda’s mom was standing there with a rose? Or was that a different prank?? The good ole’ days!!!!

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      • Amanda oloughlin
        September 9, 2017 at 10:11 am (2 months ago)

        Lol.. see above comment. It was a different prank and involved the cold stone ice cream place

        Reply
        • Emily
          September 12, 2017 at 9:44 am (2 months ago)

          The best!!

          Reply

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