There's nothing I hate more than telemarketing phone calls. That's why I like to mess with them when they call. Here's my latest:
Telemarketer: Hi ma'am, I'm calling to see if you'd like to donate a bag of used clothing for *my charity*.
Me: Why yes. I have 10,000 of them!
Telemarketer: 10,000??!! *said with shocked enthusiasm* (I imagine the expression on her face somewhere between a Whoa, this woman must be filthy rich and then a realization of Shoot, she's messing with me) Well then, are you still at *recites address*
Me: Yes I am. *says this matter-of-factly* The bags will be on my porch.
Telemarketer: All 10,000 of them?...
Me: Yes ma'am. All 10,000 of them. *pause* And while you're here, you might want to call in HOARDERS and have them clean my house.
Me: You have a nice weekend ma'am.
Telemarketer: *still in fit of laughter* BWAHAHA *gasps for air* You *more laughter* too!