A roommate and I once had several collection agencies calling us trying to collect on debts owed by her previous roommate (who, conveniently enough, owed her money). I finally started to tell all of them that not only did he not live there anymore, but that if they found him I wanted them to call me with his contact information, since he had split town after getting my roommate pregnant. That was a lie, but it did have the intended effect of convincing the collections folks that we had no idea where the asshole was.<
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My personal suggestion would be to start each call (after asking them the last name of the Erick they are looking for) by a) telling them that they are calling the wrong number, b) asking to speak to their supervisor, and c) proceeding to explain to the supervisor in the most foul,
ing four-letter language you can think of why they need to get their heads out of their fucking asses and leave you alone. I guarantee that if you regularly abuse the supervisors with phrases like "studid fucking cum-guzzling whore" and "moronic AIDS-infected cunt" that they will stop calling you.
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