I got punk'd

Yesterday a friend of mine prank called me and he got me GOOD.

He phoned in a very camp voice and asked to verify that I was indeed Tamara *surname* of *my company's name* and said he'd been told I'm a good writer by an ad agency (very plausible - I work with a couple of agencies that are always handing my details out).

He needed someone to write an article for his organisation, Gay-4-a-Day, to place in a couple of magazines. The point, he explained, was to get straight people to adopt a gay person for a day and experience what it's like to be gay.

When I asked if he was serious, he told me he found my question very offensive. I apologised. He had me taking down fake email addresses for his organisation and giving him my details, and explaining that I'm currently at capacity but that I could recommend him to someone, before he EVENTUALLY told me he had received my email and wanted to chat about it

"What email? Who are you?" I asked, confused.
"It's *friend's name* he said and promptly dissolved into a fit of laughter.

He was brilliant. He should have his own radio show. I wish he'd recorded it.