Hi kids. Welcome to the WFMU blog starring me, Andy Breckman.
Here's what I, Andy Breckman, like to do when a telemarker calls.
Read it. Remember it. Then you do it too.
Here's what you do: You pretend you're retarded.
You talk slowly.. and slur your words.
You pretend your parents left you home alone.
Then you say: You promised your parents you wouldn''t talk to any more salemen, because YOU ALWAYS END UP BUYING WHATEVER THEY'RE SELLING!
Tell them: you LOVE TO BUY THINGS OVER THE PHONE.
It drives them nuts. It's hysterical. They're always torn: they don't know whether to hang up or take advantage of a poor retarded kid.
At least, it always amuses ME.
See you later.
Andy
O.K., but it sounds an awful lot like the awful "Crank Yankers" show.
Posted by: Listener Michael | February 23, 2005 at 06:48 PM
very nice.. yesyes
Posted by: bob fredmund | February 23, 2005 at 06:48 PM
I always tell telemarketers that I'm dead. That gets my name of their lists fairly quickly.
Posted by: Kirk | February 23, 2005 at 06:48 PM
This is just the best idea I've ever heard in my life.
I'm not being sarcastic.
Posted by: siamhussein | February 23, 2005 at 06:48 PM
I think I'm in love with you Andy.
Posted by: Jeff T | February 23, 2005 at 06:48 PM
genius.
Posted by: meximese | February 23, 2005 at 06:48 PM
I actually like blowing a whistle right into the phone that goes over real well
Posted by: bruce grossman | February 23, 2005 at 06:49 PM
I somehow think Andy would not be acting.
Posted by: Ron D | February 23, 2005 at 06:49 PM
Sometimes I try to keep them on the phone for a really long time and then say I'm not interested. Do I have your permission to combine the two ideas?
Posted by: DW | February 23, 2005 at 06:49 PM
I will be sure to use that.
Posted by: "Gross" Max "New York Jew" | February 23, 2005 at 06:49 PM
I usually ask if i can put them on hold, then just put the phone down next to the toilet.
Posted by: listener jon | February 23, 2005 at 06:50 PM
I like to pretend I am pleasuring myself when a telemarketer calls and try to get them to say dirty things to me...
usually sends 'em away fast.
Posted by: Catfish Rivers | February 23, 2005 at 06:50 PM
Way to go Andy. You've connected with the crucial 18-24 demographic. But you've alienated retarded children, you're primary Monk audience.
Posted by: Jorge | February 23, 2005 at 06:50 PM
So, this would be different from the show how exactly?
Posted by: Bob | February 23, 2005 at 06:50 PM
"promied your parents you wouln''t..."
is that the way retarded kids spell???
Posted by: fizbanana | February 23, 2005 at 06:50 PM
Telemarketers have feelings too! Leave them alone. Both of my parents put me thru college with telemarketing! It's a very respectable job!
Posted by: john | February 23, 2005 at 06:50 PM
what is this crank yankers... come on. and bring it..
Posted by: steph | February 23, 2005 at 06:50 PM
YES!
hey breckman, by the way, over the course of the years 3 different groups of kids were talking about Monk in my classes.
Posted by: Petey | February 23, 2005 at 06:50 PM
You misspelled promise.
I tell the telemarketers that I want what they are selling and then put them on hold forever. Ha Ha Ha.
Keep up the great job.
Sheldon
Posted by: Sheldon | February 23, 2005 at 06:51 PM
Who is this guy? He's funny. He obviously hates himself, though.
Posted by: Dan | February 23, 2005 at 06:51 PM
Being already retarded, this should be easy to do for me. In the past, I would just speak Polish to the telemarketer, but once I got one who also spoke Polish, so I just bought the eatible condoms. I think you should name your blog, AndyRama Hare Hare.
Posted by: Greggie Mohan | February 23, 2005 at 06:51 PM
Sick. Seinfeld's solution: asl telemarketer for their phone number, so that you can call them.
Posted by: debbie | February 23, 2005 at 06:51 PM
I use Andy's "Fine, now that you've called" all the time. Thanks, Andy!
Posted by: Listener Fantod | February 23, 2005 at 06:51 PM
i do that when I am out of hospital.
Posted by: joek | February 23, 2005 at 06:51 PM
Well, it's a start.
Posted by: Raj | February 23, 2005 at 06:51 PM