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Originally Posted by JaySpencer
The other day I found a great way to dispense with telemarkerters by giving the phone to the 6yo and telling her to have fun. After she spun the dumb slob's head, the 2yo had her say....It started with "HEW-WOH?!" and seemed to go down hill from there.
What can I say, other then: There are just some days that telemarketers mess with you, and then there are some days you JUST FUCK THEM UP THE ASS SIDEWAYS WITH SAND AND MOLTEN METAL!!!!
As a means of relieving tension that was almost sexual in nature, I recommend it.......It's a few notches below a three beer piss and just a few steps below hot sex on cold winter day in a warm bed, with a person of your choice!!!   |
That's frickin' hilarious! There's no better feeling than screwing with telemarketers.
Hubby and I live in the family house. My grandma, grandpa and uncle all used to live here, but have all long since passed away. Still, telemarketers frequently call asking to speak to them. It doesn't bother me since I wasn't close to my deceased relatives, so I like to try to make the telemarketers feel guilty for dragging up such "painful memories."
*ring* *ring*
Me: "Hello?"
TM: "Yes, hello. Is Mr, uhm, Richard, uhm... is Mr. Richard there?" (they can never pronounce the last name)
Me: *pause* "Grandpa's dead."
TM: "I'm so sorry for your loss. Is his wife there?"
Me: *sniffle* "She's dead, too."
TM: *silence* "Is there a homeowner available?"
Me: *deep breath* "No, when my uncle died the house was left to my father and aunt. They don't live here."
TM: "Well, uhm, thank you for your time... have a good day..." *click*
Good times.