Heard in the Fatherland in the good old days of the Cold War, from a MAC a/c driven by someone who sounded like he had just taken the joint out of his mouth......
" Gutersloh Zone this is MAC blah blah. We're headed your way and looking for a letdown, request your latest weather"
On receiving the usual Gut Bowl sh*t, corruption, frogs locusts etc the reply was.....
" Hey that don't sound so good. Guess I'll go someplace else. G'day Sir"
A bemused controller then wasted several minutes trying to raise them again - ah Americans don't you love em!