I love telemarketers. My bf has so much fun with them. They call to offer some kind of service, magazine or free vacation. Instead my bf starts to sell them something. Mostly something illegal. He asks if they smoke marijuana, if they have anyone, if they want any? When they ask for a credit card number to purchase the newspaper/service/vacation, he tells them someone just stole his car with his credit cards inside. He asks the telemarketer if he can use him as a witness since he is on the phone with them while his car was stolen. Ultimatly he gives them a fake credit card and a fake name. Some of his favorite names are Jack Mehov and I am his wife Sunny Dae. Once he started asking them if they sold any solutions for anal warts or a nose hair trimmer. Sometime you just need to enjoy the telemarketers and bother them back. P.S. He often asks them for their telefone number, address and credit card number while he selling them, his product. HAHA.