"Yes, ummm, actually, well, no." There is one thing I hate even more than my worst ex-boyfriend.....Telemarketers. What the hell are they calling this early for anyway?
I always start asking them really fucked up personal questions. Once I ask if their father touched them where their bathing suit covers, they tend to hang up.
Hey, are you free tonight or Saturday night? Let's hang out. It's been too long, dammit!!
Call me.