DISCLAIMER (sort of)

 

When my folks were out of town one weekend when I was about 13 years old, I recorded these prank phone calls with my neighborhood best friend.

 

Call it teenage rebellion or me just being a little shit. Or both. But the unwarranted, aggressive foul language combined with my high-pitched prepubescent twang only adds to the comical ridiculousness of all of it.  

        

So, due to popular demand to make them more accessible, here they are. . .

 

Enjoy.