Gettin my oil changed thank you based god for snes on my phone.

So basically, you just wanted twitter?

He's trying to make us care.

posting from the bathroom. All I do.

WOOOOOOOOOOOOO ITS GONNA BE A LONG DAY

Gonna spend all DAY waitin on the UPS man.

Maple Grove, MN, United States 01/07/2011 5:57 A.M. Out For Delivery

woooo!

(01-07-2011 11:22 AM)Koolaid Wrote:  

hahahaaha thats awesome. I hate it when they do that, trying to lull us into a false sense of security

ITS JUST STANDING THERE

Yeah, standing there preparing to jump and kill you

always happens when im in the nude im defenseless

Don't get me started...

Menthol changed my lifed

This is me now.

Lajoie's the man.

http://i.imgur.com/HqqcS.jpg

Fuckin 4chan

http://current.com/news/92491919_hero-ma...-years.htm

HERO: Man Lives on cliff and talks down suicide jumpers...for last 50 years



Meet the Australian Who's Saved 160 People from Suicide
Don Ritchie lives across the street from the most famous suicide spot in Australia: A cliff known as "The Gap." Most people would move, but Ritchie's stayed for almost 50 years—saving an estimated 160 people from suicide.

So what's his big secret? Ritchie wakes up every morning and looks out the window for "anyone standing alone too close to the precipice." If he sees someone who looks like they might be contemplating a jump, he walks over and... strikes up a conversation.

He just gives them a warm smile, asks if they'd like to talk and invites them back to his house for tea. Sometimes, they join him.

"I'm offering them an alternative, really," Ritchie says. "I always act in a friendly manner. I smile."

Ritchie's house might be the worst real estate ever. One person a week commits suicide at the "the Gap," the cliff he lives across from. It's protected only by a small, one-meter fence, despite its legendary reputation as a suicide spot dating back to the 1800s.

But the former life insurance salesman says he doesn't feel "burdened" by the fact that people are always contemplating jumping to their deaths outside his house. In fact, he and his wife Moya see it as a blessing: "I think, 'Isn't it wonderful that we live here and we can help people?'"

Obviously, he's not always successful, and, at times, he's had to physically restrain people from jumping while Moya calls the police. But it isn't necessarily traumatic:

Despite all he has seen, he says he is not haunted by the ones who were lost. He cannot remember the first suicide he witnessed, and none have plagued his nightmares. He says he does his best with each person, and if he loses one, he accepts that there was nothing more he could have done.

Ritchie, who basically sounds like the nicest guy in the entire world, is 84, and has spent much of the last year battling cancer. But, as you might expect for a dude who's managed to live across from a fucked-up, tragic place, and not become a casualty himself, he's optimistic: "I imagine somebody else will come along and do what I've been doing." I hope so.

I guess to be blessed you have to be cursed first.

My biggest fear in life is that I'm going to be bit by a deadly spider right when somebody drives a car through my house and runs me over.

so im pretty sure im getting interviewed for a bartender position in the next few days!

WOOP WOOP MAKE MONEY SON!

Good luck, that's what I'm aimin' to do once I get off probation.

Bitchs man. NUFF OF THAT!

3 to 5 detailed sentennces in each paragraph,

at the top of the letter put your info then the date then their info

No indentation

Note to self hey fatass work out!

Realized. None of you will be there for me

All you got is yourself, in the end

Word i woke up to get ready to work and i waited outside of the bathroom half cillin sleepin on my coach to my dad not feeling good.

Told my mom.

My dad is spending the night in hospital for the night.

Best start to my weekend ever.

Today my dad is getting a portion of his skull removed to drain the foreign bodies or something and if he has an infection in there the healing will not be going to be fast at all. Hes going into surgery in about 3 hours. he will be drugged up and not be able to talk to me but they are calling me before hand so he can hear my voice. Has has hasnt really hd an appetite for the last year and will all of his transplant medications hes been taking for the last 8 years and the medsbefore that. They really dont know what is going on with my dad.. They say he didnt have a stroke but a "series of events" AKA the doctors dont know shit. And this is a case for house. Its so fuckin gay. my mom sits on the phone for hours going through all of my dads perscriptions for and imbalance in what he is talking to fix the problem. She has figured it out before but i dont think thats it this time.

I really dont want to deal with this shit. MY whole life dealing with this.

All i do.