A Dream Come True

Even though it may not be their fault they have the most spirit-crushing and most loathed jobs in the entire world, we still want to get them, because they infiltrate our homes at dinner and disturb us for ridiculous reasons all the time. That's right, telemarketers...

Here is one man's response to the problem:

http://howtoprankatelemarketer.ytmnd.com/

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Deb said…
Hi Karla!
I remember when you fell down the basement stairs. Forgive me for not linking this to the post about the dentist; I was too lazy to backtrack. Your mom included your URL in her Christmas letter and I have enjoyed reading about your adventures. It reminds me of Jessica's experiences in Trinidad, Puerto Rico and the Dominican Republic. I didn't get a wink of sleep while she was away, and I'll bet your mom doesn't either. Blessings, Debbie
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