phone geeks or leo, how is this possible?

...but I would think anyone looking at your life and your record would think it doesn't make any sense at all that you would call up someone out of the blue and threaten them like that.

Now wait a minute! We all know that every little old Grandma and young child has to be treated like a potential terrorist, mad bomber, and drug smuggler. Based on that standard, I'm not so sure about Feralmerril. :D
 
Speaking of that, nuther war story I just rememberd. About 1967 I got a phone call from someone I didnt know. The guy cussed me out big time, insulted me and I called him out. He says okay, I am at such and such bar, one I had never been at a few miles away. I fell for it. I was madder than hell. I was as big as a skun grizzley bear back then. It was a hot day and I didnt even have a T-shirt on. I jumped on my harley sans helmit, boobs bunceing, ran in the crowded bar and bellered out the name he gave me. No one said a word and it was queit. It didnt take long to figure I been had! Snuck out of there and doubt I ever hit it again. I was a real rube when I first hit california!
 
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Several years ago I had similar problems with my land line. I was being billed for high dollar long distance calls.

I had the Phone company come out and do come "checking".
It was discovered that my neighbors had spliced into my hard line...

Charges were removed from my bill.

We canceled our land line...

Now I live in a different place, in the country. I still do not have a hard/land line phone...
 
Now wait a minute! We all know that every little old Grandma and young child has to be treated like a potential terrorist, mad bomber, and drug smuggler. Based on that standard, I'm not so sure about Feralmerril. :D

Exactly!, what do we really know about him?? Just a alias name on a internet forum.:eek:
Maybe he is the one that was stealing my newspaper! (true story we had the paper cops on the job) some old man was walking early in the morning and would take our paper for over a week or so)
 
Actualy, my name is Emma, I am a democrat and hate guns! I belive in windmills, green peace, takeing care of all those poor illegals and my iraqie chauffer drives my pirus.
 
Exactly!, what do we really know about him?? Just a alias name on a internet forum.:eek:
Maybe he is the one that was stealing my newspaper! (true story we had the paper cops on the job) some old man was walking early in the morning and would take our paper for over a week or so)

well ... we have a long history of his conduct which we may search on this forum to tell us he isnt the type.
 
Anuther true story. Just before I got divoriced in 1985 my ex was friends with a couple that went to jail on some MJ charges. (That wife was a dozzen years younger than me and we had a generation gap). The couple had some young kids that we took on for the six months. The ex had some deal set up that I didnt quite understand with a card or pin number for phone so they could call back and forth to take care of there daily business problems and kids etc. Durring that time out of nesscessity and maybe escape I was almost liveing on the job with 12 and 16 hour shifts 7 days a week.
Anyway a phone bill came in a thick manilla pony that was I think, about $4,600s!! What had happened was another prisioner must have heard the pin billing number used and it spread all through the system. Many calls originated from other prisions we were billed for from even in foriegn countrys! Of course we didnt have to pay it, but I think I got a nose blead and coincidently at least, thats where that marrage turned around were I to put my finger on it. (Today she is christian etc. I hear)
 
Actualy, my name is Emma, I am a democrat and hate guns! I belive in windmills, green peace, takeing care of all those poor illegals and my iraqie chauffer drives my pirus.

EMMA: What do you look like and what are you wearing! We need pictures

Seriously though: I hope everything works out and it ends up nothing at all.
 
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Thanks guys. I am the chick in the middle between my two brothers.

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I cant lie any longer. Actualy, thats tom and his brother bob sellick. My old GF, Martine Moran now deceased, ran michaels big & tall in lancaster calif. She was on the picture but my wife cut her off. The lady and her husband mike owned a chain of those stores and are pictured with the sellicks. Tom & bob owned the property and martine was a friend to both. The picture is about 14 years old. I think bob was actualy a little taller than tom.
 
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We are seeing a lot of this in this area. One caller was running a scam by using the local sheriff's number. On Caller ID, it showed as being the SO and showed the SO number. They wanted either donations or wanting to be sent money for a past due traffic ticket. It had gotten so bad, the SO had to go on tv with ads saying not to fall for it because the calls were not from the SO.

Others were being scammed using the names and numbers of real charities.

We now understand that technology has came up with a device that will alter the name and number of the dialing phone. These devices are for sale, naturally being advertised to be used for legal purposes only. Why would someone want to alter their callnig name and number for a legal purpose?
 
We now understand that technology has came up with a device that will alter the name and number of the dialing phone. These devices are for sale, naturally being advertised to be used for legal purposes only. Why would someone want to alter their calling name and number for a legal purpose?

So they can make solicitation calls to all the phone#s on the "No Call" lists.
 
You know, I been thinking of that! Things are rough since we lost half our 401K and IRA`s. I have been thinking of getting one of those coin machines that those do it yourself car washs use and installing it in my liveing room for all the fans and company that has been comeing over to BS. Whatcha think?
 
If you were a little closer, I would probably splurge a quarter or so one night a week. However, you probably couldn't offset the cost of the carpet and easy chairs you might wear out. :D

We used to do something similar at work, but no admission was charged. A couple of us here are pretty dedicated shooters. When I was much younger, we would all sit around on coffee break telling stories about shooting, hunting, and reloading - just generally making a nuisance of ourselves. My Dad would walk by, fan the air with his hand, cough a little, look at us with some degree of contempt (the extent of which we could never precisely determine), and then he would say something like, "The gunsmoke is too thick around here. I can't breathe!" - and walk off. :) You never know how much you will miss your Dad until he isn't there any more.
 
My Dad would walk by, fan the air with his hand, cough a little, look at us with some degree of contempt (the extent of which we could never precisely determine), and then he would say something like, "The gunsmoke is too thick around here. I can't breathe!" - and walk off. :) You never know how much you will miss your Dad until he isn't there any more.

"Gunsmoke." Sure that's what he said? Well... if you say so... :D
 
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