There was a fat guy in college that hated everyone we called Fat Bastard. He lived on our floor and was in his early 30s. Before we all left for the weekend my friend who lived next door to him positioned his phone by the door and turned the volume all the way up. I would then call his phone over and over and just let it ring. Back then there was no voicemail so it rang continuously. When we got back Sunday night our RA pulled me into our room and said "Yo, Fat Bastard about kicked down Glen's door this weekend. It was HILARIOUS!!!"
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