Ok...maybe this isn't real mature but in my fight against the telemarketers, I've now enlisted the assistance of the Sheriff...Sheriff Woody that is. I was at my son's house the other day when a call came in on my cell phone from one of those leaches. My grandson's talking Sheriff Woody was sitting on the coffee table so I grabbed Woody to "answer" the phone. (here's a video of Sheriff Woody "talking" ) Anyway, even though the telemarketer only stayed with Woody for a couple of phrases it just cracked me up so I had to have my own. He now sits on my desk, awaiting the next telemarketer...nad the next one, and the next one...LMAO!