Ring, Ring, Ring

Yes, the phone did ring and Satan himself was on the other end when I answered. "Hello," I  managed and the voice said "Mule On The Pole!, muleonthepole  muleonthepole,  muleonthepole,  muleonthepole, blah, blah, blah. He proceeded to tell of his unbelievable and legendary deer hunting skills and how he shot the 190 lb. 11-point on the Box Field stand, and mentioned that Michael got a coyote.
I've got to get worse service on my cell phone.