If you think nobody cares if you're alive,

haha collections on your ass?

I own my cars : (

Maybe I'll try missing some mortgage pmnts instead

hahahaha!

My roommate is in such serious debt that, no lie, I am getting dozens of calls for him daily from creditors.

I have counted before. BoA calls 10-15 times daily, Credit Card (Chase) 5-7 times daily, Unknown (most likely Collection Companies) 5+ times daily.
I'd say 50% use blocked numbers, which force me to pick up.

Now that's debt.

Damn, time to consider getting rid of him maybe?

lol yes that'll get the collections on you easily

I don't owe, much...lol

I thought it was to funny

next time they call get creative like..

He is Marlin Fishing in Austraila...

He is skiiing in Aspen...

He is on an African Safari....

He is racing his new Porsche.....

He is sky diving.....

He is on Vacation in Aruba..

Have him say the same things, have fun with it..

Mr. Romance

Sheesh!

Just explain you are very sorry you owe them money but currently pre-occupied thinking of the best method for suicide and quit calling and messing with your constructive suicidal plans.

when they call, spam em with websites

example: "Nah hes not here, but go to thehun.net for more info." etc..

He is my brother.
If he wasn't I would have been out of here 2 years ago. He can't take care of himself at this point obviously, so I have been helping him out financially until he gets on his feet. I figure he would do the same for me if the tables were turned.

Had a friend who got into the biggest pile of silly commerical shit possible and owed some local govt around $1.4 mill in property taxes/costs etc.

He happend to call by and decided to use the phone to "deal with them". He spent about 30 mins on the phone and gradually working his way down to suicide and "playing" with a guy at the other end. That conversation was the most outrageous stuff I ever heard.

In the end.. the creditor was giving the "no, it's OK - there is no need to take this seriously and everything will be fine. It really is not worth committing suicide over..." type dialog

Can't remember what happened in the end - but don't think he paid a dime.

Never answer blocked numbers

thats seriously fucked up :|

tell them your friend went to the Ken Lay (Enron) school of finance and economics.

kenny boy skipped out on everyone and died.
nobody gets shit.

haha damn their collection agencies

damn, sounds like the roommate's credit is floored

Something knows that you are alive. Something dark, and something evil. It?s probably staring you right in the face right now and you don?t even know it. Well, more correctly it?s probably staring at your ass?

I was told as a kid that every adventure in the world could be had at your local library. Yeah, that's what I was told when I was a kid. I loved to read then. Then after I was brutally ass raped by a copy of Jules Verne?s Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea, I realized the true horrors that books represent. Believe it or not though, that wouldn?t be my last encounter with that ass fucking book.

In my senior year of High School a friend and I decided to write small articles and pass them out before school started, mainly asking the students there what they expected out of life and what did they think they could accomplish if they always followed the rules and were to always be uniformed in their thinking. The school authority remained quiet for a while but soon we finally got their response to our articles after the second week of our printing them.

Then the school officials had evidently decided that enough was enough. Without any warning, without any hints, they expelled my friend - they didn't care that they had potentially forever ruined a future of a student. They didn't care that they were merely showing the entire school just how they were stroking their egos. A bigger question remained though: Why then was he singled out and not myself? Was it because he was black and I was white?

Rumors started circling about, from the school authority down to the student population. Why was he expelled when the articles contained no threatening information? The answer was given suddenly later that week when they were cleaning out his locker. I saw it. I saw the most horrible thing they pulled from his locker which made me realize why they expelled him? It was a copy of Jules Verne?s Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea.

The mother fucker had been conspiring this entire time with the same book that took my anal virginity so many years ago. I knew in an instant that the two had been in cahoots for a number of years, plotting, waiting, scheming a way to rob more humans of what they hold most dear. I realized at that moment that the school officials expelled him not for being black, or fat, or partially retarded, but because phase two of his devious plan would have ensured the destruction of the entire school populous.

In a hand written letter they found carefully folded and taped to the top of his locker it laid out in detail, titled ?Operation Anal Trauma?. In the articles, slowly but surely over time, he would brainwash the population into accepting copies of Jules Verne?s so called masterpiece. Then, during the middle of the night as they were sleeping in their beds, they would all be brutally anally raped, ensuring their slavery to books and he to whom which wielded them ? my so-called black, fat, and partially retarded friend.

I don?t know who tipped off the school officials to his devilishly evil plot. Honestly I really didn?t care. All I knew is that we, the school as well as perhaps the entire city, were safe from the horrors that books represent. Whoever the mysterious stranger was that saved our asses from the brutal rapings, I thank you from the deepest of my bowels.

People that exclusively want something from you do not count... They do not care about YOU.