When I had my studio in Ohio, we had a favorite wanker list. That was before the day of cell phones and when caller id was the big deal. There was one "Wanker" who called constantly to ask us to wire his balls to a 220 voltage outlet. We'd offer him safer alternatives. Finally, we realized he was calling us for free phone entertainment. The last conversation we had, I took a serious tone and told him to take a bus to us, not to tell anyone where he was going and come at night. It was the last time we ever heard from him. LOL. Can you imagine actually wanting women to move the refrigerator out of the way and find a way to wire up your balls up to the outlet?