Family with unhinged landlord turn the tables after finally moving out, enjoy the rambling voicemails he still leaves them: ‘The voicemails… were the highlight of my day there for a while.’ – FAIL Blog

One time, in college, somebody put my cellphone number as the contact for a mini-fridge being sold. Did I have a mini-fridge to sell? No, I was only 18, I had nothing to my name. And yet the texts and phone calls kept coming. Luckily, for me, I found it hilarious. I responded to every one of those inquiries. From: “Is the fridge still available? “No, it ran away.” to “is the fridge still available?” “no, my uncle moved into it, he is very small and constantly overheats.” I really cracked myself up back then, and still do!