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KEANSBURG, NJ - Two teen boys were involved in some kind of dispute. The father of one of the boys was a friend of 41-year-old Tara Donahue. He had the cell phone number of the other teen so Donahue decided she was going to get involved and call this kid and give him a piece of her mind because she was “looking out for her friend’s children.” She dialed the number and when the person answered, she began threatening them and threatening to kill them and the person’s mother. The person she was talking to was police dispatcher John Swartz. She had called the police station by accident.

But it just gets dumber. See, Swartz actually answered the phone per procedure stating he was Dispatcher Swartz of the Keansburg police. But that didn’t hinder Donahue who began her tirade and telling the dispatcher she was going to kill him and his mother. Patrolman John Magner happened to be in the station and also listened to portions of the call as well. Like most crazy women on the phone (trust me on this), Tara just didn’t know when to shut up. She talked long enough for the police to trace where the call was coming from.

Magner left the station and when he arrived at Donahue’s home, she was sitting on her porch, still on the phone and still threatening Swartz. When Magner asked her who she was talking to, she answered “a punk kid.” She was then charged with making terroristic threats, obstruction, disorderly conduct and harassment and sent to the Monmouth County Jail with bail set at $23,000.

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I remember when I was a teenager and hanging out at our friend’s house. We were all kinda drunk and making prank calls to random people for no reason other than boredom. We were getting tired of it when I got this great idea to call my friend’s mother and then hand the phone to him without him realizing who I called. So I dialed his home number and then handed the phone to his drunk ass saying “Here! Here! Say something!”

MotherMother reviews: – Hello?
Drunk Son: - I’m Johnny B. Fucker and I fuck all I can!
Mother: – WHAT?!
Drunk Son Louder (with us laughing our ass off): I’m Johnny B. Fucker and I fuck all I can!!
Mother: Jamie???
Drunk Son Staring At Us With A Cigarette Dangling From Lip Of Open Mouth: …

He then threw the phone like it had had some kind of voodoo curse on it while we howled with laughter. We never let him live that down, and the name Johnny B. Fucker lives on in infamy.

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