Lol, telemarketer stories? I usually get these calls ALL the time on the house phone, and by whom? s**t I don't know, but most of the time they're always from the middle east.
So, I throw on my fake Asian accent (not really fake, because I do have one -__-), and here's what happens... A call from the other day.
RinG RING
Me: A low?
Tele: Hello sir, how are you doing today? Is Mr. Tony Keopileeavon (butchered my last name) available?
Me: I fine I fine, no Tony not here. You want message?
Tele: Excuse me?
Me: You want message? You know with happy ending?
Tele: I'm sorry sir, I don't understand...
Me: Will you like to have message?
Tele: Message? Oh yes sir.
Me: Okay
Tele: Can you have Tony call back this number 1800 something blah blah, this is a very important call.
Me: Ah, okay okay, I gib to him. I'm his parent, I ask you, what the problem?
Tele: Well sir, we'd like to keep it strictly private between him and us.
Me: Oh, he hab money problem? Some ting?
Tele: Well yes, we're a debt collection agency and we need to discuss with Tony his options.
Me: Oh okay, I tell him you want to message, I gib to him.
Tele: Thank you sir.
Me: Wait wait, one more question, how you know Tony?
Tele: How? What do you mean?
Me: How you know? You know, he smoke it the pot? You hit freng?
Tele: Excuse me sir?
Me: You know, smoket it the pot? You sound like it too, like you smoke it the pot.
*So I hear this fool chuckle a bit*
Me: Okay okay I hab to go, I tell him you want message and smoke it the pot.