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I went after his lieutenants-- they weren't nearly as careful as Bradshaw was-- and I managed to put most of them away.

When I posted this secret, dozens of people sent voicemail messages from their phones, sometimes ones they'd been keeping for years, messages from family or friends who had died.

Something that drives me crazy: When I call you and leave a message on your voice mail, I hear you saying, "Leave a message, " and then I get these 15 seconds of freaking instructions, like we haven't had answering machines for 45 years!

Two beers for them is four beers for him.'" She said, "I knew I couldn't go in there and interrupt him, but I went home, and I left him eight messages on his cell phone."

So if it's prom night or a wedding night or at a party or if our parents aren't home, hey, it's just batter up.

I would come home and I would see the red light flashing on my answering machine, and instead of being thrilled to hear from my friends, I would think, "What a lot of people that is to have to call back."

The reason I think that is that on the first day I tried one of these services, I got two voicemail messages. One was from a guy named Michael Stevenson, which shouldn't be that hard to transcribe, and it was misspelled.