For years, my voicemail would greet you with, "Hey babe! Sorry I missed you! Leave me a message and I'll call you back." It was great. At least half of the messages would begin with a variation of "Hi...babe. Babe? Really?"
Then I started to seriously look for a job, and I thought it might be wise to have something a little more professional. Ever since then, my voicemail has been the standard "[Insert Name] is not available; please leave a message after the tone."
Much less fun.
But speaking of fun, my brother's voicemail message was recorded by Maurice LaMarche. That's right, kids; if you call my brother, you'll be greeted by The Brain. It's terribly exciting.
(Or it would be, if the message wasn't a bit garbled and difficult to hear.)