"My dad's a copper, he'll track you down!"
Like many people, I get pleasure from having a joke with people who send me text messages by mistake. A short while ago I received a message saying "Alright, it's me Harrison, how much do you want for that phone?"
My reply was along the lines of "I'll have a go on your mum, that'll be worth about a fiver"
His response "ha ha, very funny m8, how much do you want?"
Me: "£10,000 in non-sequential notes, throw them from the 10:30 train"

this must have puzzled the poor soul as he then phoned me, and in his horrible chav-geezer voice said "hahaha, nice one mate!"
me: "think you've got a wrong number"
him: "fuck!"
he rings back and I tell him it's still a wrong number.

On his third call he has figured out what is going on and suddenly switched to super-aggro-mode: "'ere you mug! what are you doin' sayin' shit abaat my muvva!?"
Naturally I hung up as my delicate ears didn't want to be subjected to this barrage.

I then recieved a text informing me that I was: a prick, a mug, a cunt, a twat, that I should go and meet him and he would beat me all over the place and that his dad was a copper and would track me down.

I felt it my duty to point out that I was having a laugh, he thought it was perfectly funny until he realised that it wasn't his mate, he should be more careful when entering numbers to his phone, that I could be anywhere in the country if not further away, and that I'm sure that tracking someone down would constitute a waste of police resources.

Needless to say, I didn't hear from him again.
( Vipros. clever got me this far, then tricky got me in, Thu 30 Jul 2009, 14:12, Reply)