They used to piss me off so badly. I've lost my fucking mind on the phone with them before, threatened to find their families, burn down their homes, and ass-rape their mothers. I took a new approach a couple of years ago. It amuses me. I just had one of my favorite calls EVER. "This is Rogers, we are looking for Slippy" Me: (in my best East Indian accent) "what are you wearing?" her: Pardon me? Me: You have panties on? Tell me about panties. her: I'm sorry? I don't understand. Me: mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, do panties match bra? Tell me about bra. her: I don't understand. Me: mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, are panties moist? her: This call is being recorded. Me: ooooooooooo, you like the dirty......tell me how dirty you like her: We cannot continue this conversation, so you know. This is inappropriate. Me: well, me no ask you to call........but you call back with sexy moist panties, ok? I need a hobby. Anybody else fuck with telemarketers for sport?