Bill from West Hartford, CT. The guy that has to frame EVERY fucking question from his atheist point of view. Sweet Christ on fire, if there is a God, Bill is gonna shit his spiritual Pampers when he finds out. The topic could be vitamins, chelation, chupacabra, square dancing, yodeling, doesn't matter -- Bill wants to know if specific Bavarian yodel modulations can prove the non-existane of God. Grow the fuck up, Bill.
The blind guy. After the 200th+ pity party call-in, it gets old. We get it -- you have no internet, you're blind, you're lonely. At least George is there for you on Christmas night! Yeoman, thankless work you do there, George -- you're there for all us sorry sacks that have no family on holidays :: snort ::
Lately there's been a guy calling in that had been abused as child and always asks the guests what kind of afterlife experiences his abusers will have/are having. Sounds like the guy has some pretty hardcore psychological issues.
The patent/invention lady -- yes, I've heard her a few times! This is the difference between Art and George. Art knew how to tweak crazies just the right way and makes it hilariously entertaining. George gives them credence by taking them half seriously and conducting serious interviews. Lametastic.
Someone else mentioned Will -- he sounds derailed. Like some Luddite that just discovered the internet, the federal reserve and freemasons.