No, I DON'T know the Smiths! Stop calling me!

Please, go outside, even if you don’t have a stitch to wear.

Bwahahahahahahaaaa!!!

When I was a kid, my parents used to get calls every two weeks or so asking for “Cookie.”

“Yo, Cookie be there?”
“Sorry, wrong number.”
“Where Cookie at?”
“You’ve got the <i>wrong number</i>. There’s no Cookie here.”
“Know where I can get her? She say she stay here.”
“Look, we get these calls every couple of weeks, and no, we don’t know anyone named Cookie. Do we <i>sound</i> like we know Cookie?”*
“If she call, can you tell her Deltroy called?”
[click]

  • We’re white. The people calling always spoke in distinct AAVE.

neutron star, your post just made me oscillate wildly. Great job.

jayjay: :eek:

This thread has so many great responses. neutron star deserves some kind of award for that post.
How about some Smiths songs you shouldn’t play:
A Rush and A Push and the Land is Ours- it has the line “Phone me, phone me, phone me” (which, by the way, I thought was “fuck me, fuck me, fuck me” when I first heard it)
Ask- that’s exactly what you don’t want them to do

lol greatness. This post gave me such a shock I had to jump in the ocean.

And, on your answering machine there is a light that never goes out.

That was my first thought too.

Debt collectors often call neighbors in an attempt to track down debtors.

For a couple of years, I was regularily getting phone calls asking for Susie, from what sounded like 10-12 year old girls.

After a while, I got rather tired of politely saying “Sorry, I think you have the wrong number” only to get the phone rudely slammed in my ear, without ever an apology or anything. And often the phone would ring again 30 seconds later, but hang up immediately when they heard my voice again.

And a few of them seemed to get angry at me, because I wasn’t Susie. I found it a little disconcerting to have a sweet little 10-year old voice say “Well, fuck you then”.

So I came up with a few responses that I used:

  • “No, she’s not her right now, but when I see her, I’ll tell her you called”. (But since I have no idea who she is, I’m not likely to ever know if I see her.)

  • “No, she’s not. You know, she doesn’t live here any more.” (Nor did she ever.)

  • “No, she’s not here. She’s off visiting her real father in prison this weekend.”

  • “No, she’s not. She’s back in treatment for a few days.”

  • “No, she’s not. Nobody’s been able to bail her out yet.”

Didn’t really do much to end these annoying phone calls, but this way I got a little enjoyment out of answering them.

Then there’s the ever classic “Sorry, she can’t come to the phone right now, she’s got my dick in her mouth.” Unfortunately I can’t use that one.

Amazingly, they didn’t call again yesterday. I just hope I’m ready for them if they ever do.

Thanks for the laughs!

It couldn’t possibly be burglars casing the neighborhood, could it?

I know that’s kind of a wild guess but I thought I’d mention it.

Why not? I find that ending an argument with “Suck my dick!” is a good way to leave my opponents blubbering in confusion.

Extra points if a woman says it! :smiley:

Psst . . . I am a woman.

Just wondering if I’m the only one who read the thread title and had a sudden image of Scarlett67’s tongue flicking up over her eyeball…

“Do you know The Smiths?”

(Your best perv voice): “Yeah, I know Mrs. Smith…BIBLICALLY! If ya know what I mean hehehehehe” Go into graphic detail if necessary.

Oh, er …

Extra points to you!!!

The thought *did * cross my mind, scant seconds after I hit the “submit” button.

Perhaps they’re preparing for when the Shoplifters of the World Unite?

Wasn’t it Betty White in that gigantic alligator movie who said “If I had a dick, now is when I’d be telling you to suck it”?

Go Betty! You rock!

Do you hear that, Mr. Anderson? That is the sound of inevitability. That is the sound of your death. Goodbye, Mr. Anderson.