ah geez. So i called up a mental hospital from Gmail and like whispered shit into the phone in like an indian accent and she said she reported my number to the police. Can they find me /b/? Im a few states over.
>>58983619
You're a fucking retard
>>58983632
is that a yess? can they?
>>58983718
You're definitely retarded.
>>58983734
answere me
>>58983743
Was I not clear?
>>58983761
i love you OP
>>58983619
Can the police find out a phone number? Yes.
Will the police bother look into a prank call? Nah.
but anon
that mental hospital's been closed down for 30 years
>>58984213
I had the FBI knock on my door over a prank call fwiw
>>58984291
Did they run away and hide in the bushes before you opened the door
>>58984213
This. I doubt even she would bother to report your number.
>>58984291
Then it probably involved a threat of some kind. The FBI wouldn't be involved otherwise.
>>58984303
No, I had to go down to the local state police precinct and he told me that it was bad and how I wasted tax payer money on a joke and that if I got caught doing it again they wouldn't be letting me off so easy.
>>58984317
If there is an investigation at all and it is over state lines FBI has to get involved due to some meme about jurisdiction
>Be 9 year old me
>Dad worked at a place called Digium doing weird Linux shit with phones.
>Dad takes me on a business trip out of town.
>He brings a desktop and plugs it into the hotel's phone line, then into some box with huge antennas strapped to it. Computer makes modem sounds. Yay internet.
>He has a laptop using this new wifi shit, whatever the fuck that is.
>We walk around the hotel with this laptop.
>Holy shit he's using the internet on his laptop without fucking wires!
>He unplugs a phone sitting on a desk in the lounge area and plugs it into the laptop.
>He puts the phone to my ear.
>Types dialpad on the computer and hits enter.
>Within a couple seconds there's a dialtone and he tells me to call my mom.
>WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS? PHONE CALLS ON THE INTERNET??
>Next day, dad leaves the room to do business shit with a bunch of people downstairs.
>I'm fucking bored. TV is shit.
>I get on his laptop. His password is carver8803
>We still have the lounge phone. What the fuck.
>I know a little Linux. I open a terminal.
>Type in dialpad and plug phone in.
>Get dialtone.
>Hey everything is anonymous on the internet right?
>Dial 911
>Tell them I'm fucking dying because I was shot, then hang up. Well that was fun for a second.
>Unplug phone, take laptop to the bed and browse the internet.
>5 minutes later, connection dies. Goddammit.
>Couple minutes after that, loud banging on the door and then it flies open.
>Paramedics and cops with guns drawn storming the hotel room oh shit nigger.
>Being questioned by police when hotel manager walks in with my dad.
>He gives me that "I'm going to fucking murder you when these cops leave" look while they're talking.
>We get kicked out of hotel.
>Dad changes his passwords.
>Gounded for a year.
>tfw I found out years later that the hotel phone jacks had 2 lines each. My dad used one to dial the ISP, and the other to make calls through asterisk.
>>58984286
Then who was phone
>>58983619
RIP OP, v&.
>>58984660
cool story bro