i get some pretty weird voice mail messages at work but this is the first ever that deserves to be preserved for posterity.
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hi my name is *edited* and i have a copy AHHHHH a demo tape of *movie title.* everything in my apartment is on and loading something. i was watching this for the first time in my home and they said they observed a murder right outside my apartment. i think i was being lured outside to be killed also. they strangled or did something to some woman right outside and i keep hearing someone next door who sounds like they are tied up being beat up or something. i'm hearing stuff across the hall that sounds like they are using saws on bones. someONE keeps squeaking sneakers outside my apartment all day long. i've been bashed in my sleep, people have robbed me of my identification, social security card, money. drug dealers come over and bring barbeque sauce with them. and make jokes about redheaded girls disappearing in the building. i'm not going to participate in using something from a dead person and i do believe my life is in danger. i don't know christopher lambert and if he ever approached me i didn't realize it was him. AHHHHH i'm telling you because precinct five is loading through the windows to blow me up and feed me poison and kill me with retarded people and serve me for food in my apartment. it says i don't live here on the front gate outside. AHHHHH i don't know what you can do for me but you told me to call in a sense.
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hi my name is *edited* and i have a copy AHHHHH a demo tape of *movie title.* everything in my apartment is on and loading something. i was watching this for the first time in my home and they said they observed a murder right outside my apartment. i think i was being lured outside to be killed also. they strangled or did something to some woman right outside and i keep hearing someone next door who sounds like they are tied up being beat up or something. i'm hearing stuff across the hall that sounds like they are using saws on bones. someONE keeps squeaking sneakers outside my apartment all day long. i've been bashed in my sleep, people have robbed me of my identification, social security card, money. drug dealers come over and bring barbeque sauce with them. and make jokes about redheaded girls disappearing in the building. i'm not going to participate in using something from a dead person and i do believe my life is in danger. i don't know christopher lambert and if he ever approached me i didn't realize it was him. AHHHHH i'm telling you because precinct five is loading through the windows to blow me up and feed me poison and kill me with retarded people and serve me for food in my apartment. it says i don't live here on the front gate outside. AHHHHH i don't know what you can do for me but you told me to call in a sense.
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i love crackheadspeak.
paranoia reigns supreme!
happy hump day!