True story: when I was a young lass, I worked in a residential treatment center for adjudicated teenage sex offenders (boys). I also had a seriously out-of-date brick cell phone, which I was made fun of by one of the group members by lifting *an entire park bench* to his ear and pretending to talk into it. I thought I was going to wet my pants I was laughing so hard.
I know, I rmemeber when I had one of those candy bar cell phones also
Edit: the group member did not have a mullet.