Caller: Alan (?)

Phone call was from a guy named Alan. He tried to sell me some advertising on the side of the Sydney Opera House. I thought it was a prank and asked him if he was going to try and sell me the Sydney Harbour Bridge next. He then verbally abused me for 15 minutes and hung up.

Caller: Alan

He called me too, sounds like a real old poof.

Caller: Alan (but said like the seagulls from finding nemo)

Some old codger rang ranting about strong women in society. Then he asked me if I was interested in receiving love letters. I said “Sir this is a McDonalds drive though “.

Caller: Alan

Some old fart ranting about how climate change was fabricated by the deep state then cried while masturbating furiously and yelling bible phrases.

Caller: Alan Jones

You are our best ad salesman Alan!

Caller: Alan

Old geezer keeps calling mistaking me for a doctor, something about an infected scrotal rash. Then spent 15 minutes explaining flat earth theory, and why it means there's no global warning.

Caller: Alan

Wanted to know if I was Gladys but, being a bloke, it was obvious. He then asked if I were free that night and open minded. Weird sh*t.

You're right about that. It's probably Ray Hadley's mobile number.

Caller: The boss

He told me to jump and I asked "How high Your Majesty?". Then I kissed his ring and he patted me on the head. I then had five minutes to sort out a small matter for him involving some kind of bingo hall called the Opera House

Caller: Alan

I guy called Alan wanting to know if I was interested in projecting advertising on the side of my house. I said, "No", but he kept on going on about how profitable it would be. He started getting angry, so I hung up.

Caller: Alan

Some guy named Alan calls and demands to speak to Gladys.
Apparently, my number is one digit different to Gladys’.
When told he couldn’t speak to Gladys he starts ranting and repeating “Who do you think you are?” and “Do you know who I am?”
Very strange.

Caller: Alan Jones

what a d*ckhead

Caller: Alan

Some guy named Alan calls and demands to speak to Gladys.
Apparently, my number is one off that of someone called Gladys.
The guy kept repeating “Who do you think you are?” and “Do you know who I am?”

Got a call from a guy named Alan , he thought I was a proctologist and said he was having trouble getting a lady named Gladys's tongue out of his rectum .

Caller: Alan

Nuisance call from Alan.
He's selling outdoor advertising space, with some helpful hints from The Chaser team.

The Tone dude above is obviously sh*t stirring. Obviously an unemployed moron. Do you think someone would be so obvious as to have the last six digits of their phone number the radio 2GB am frequency? Get real!