Okay I always mess with telemarketers when they call. Listen to this.
Me: Hello?
Him: Hi, May I speak with (my mom's name here)?
M: I'm sorry, she's on a cruise with a weird guy my dad hates.
H: Seriously?
M: Well, since my dad checked into a motel for three weeks, I think so.
H: I'm sorry.
M: You should be, jerk.
H: Excuse me??
M: I called you a jerk. Now shut up.
H: You have an attitude problem!
M: And you have a telephone problem. Your reciever won't hang up.
H: I don't understand what you're saying.
M: Do you understand anything??
H: What's your mom's cell phone number?!
M: Why?? So you can track her down and kidnap her like that weirdo did??
H: EXCUSE ME??
M: You heard me! NOW HANG UP!!
H: Why are you acting like this?!
M: DEMON MOM-KIDNAPPER!!!!
H: What is wrong with you???
Okay, now I've given the phone to my mom.
Mom: Hello?
H: Ma'am? Was that your son?
Mom: Yes, what's the problem?
H: he has some issues.
Mom: Yes...
H: Whu--really?
Mom: Yes, really. he has some defective issues, there were some problems with his birth.
H: Oh--oh my goodness...I had no idea, ma'am, I'm so sorry...I didn't mean...I apologize...
Mom: What ever for? Oh no, did he answer the phone?
H: Uh, yes ma'am...
Mom: I'm sorry. he has a little problem with telemarketers. His father used to be one, until he...passed...
H: I had...no idea...I'm so sorry...
Mom: Oh, it's fine, all her fault...he'll have another little visit to the psychiatrist...more medication...
H: I-I...
Now, from the backround, I yell, "LOONEY TOON!!"
And I'm not meaning to poke fun at people with disabilities, it was just a prank on a helpless telemarketer.