I recently ran across a gold mine of old Rockstar Radio telemarketer pranks after a talking to my homeboy, Strip Club K.C. He texted me asking about an old bit we did with the Gettysburg address. As I went diggin through some old files I came across a “F*ckin With Telemarketers” folder. Let’s take a trip down memory lane, shall we?
When I was at 96.3 The Blaze, we would get 2-3 telemarketer calls a day. They never seemed to figure out that we were a radio station. They would call offering anything from credit card loans to car warranties. I took every opportunity to drop pure insanity right into their faces just to see what would happen. Most of them just kept on pitching the service, no matter what crazy shit I said. Case in point.
On this particular occasion, this dude calls to offer me website design while I pretend to misunderstand his offer as trying to sell me a baby on the black market. I’ll just leave you with that set-up, and give a quick kudos to the telemarketer for pushing his product, even though I was trying to barter for a human fucking life. Cheers, dude.