I seriously hope you contract GASH(Gonorrhea, AID's, Syphillis, and Herpes) by way of a late night alley gang rape. You are a worthless pathetic piece of fucking shit. Not only did you mask your number for each call, but after the first five times I didn't answer you continued to call. You even let it go to my voicemail each time, and then you didn't leave a message worth hearing other than simple button push here and there. It makes no sense. I can't understand calling at 3 AM with no reason save for somebody dead, and even then depending upon who is dead, you shouldn't waste a phone call on it or more importantly my sleep. Anyways, you should take up a hobby next time you decide to call me at 3 AM, in fact, I'll even make a list:
Shoot yourself in the head.
Learn how to make a noose.
Possibly clean, using Ammonia and Bleach together in a small pail.
Try bungee jumping minus the bungee cord.
Play doctor and perform a traecheotomy(sp?) on yourself.
Practice sword swallowing(you can use razor blades, they are more reliable.)
See how many pills you can swallow in an hour then the next hour try to beat that record.
Drive into a brick wall(if no car, randomly jump in front of vehicles. May I suggest a big rig?)
Stick a metal handle fork into a light socket.
Duct tape a plastic bag around your head and play hide and go seek. . . you hide. . . no second players to seek, that's cheating.
Headbutt some form of sharp object. . . knife or sword will suffice. If you own neither, a 2x4 with nail's or screws driven through it will be equally interesting.
Gouge your eyeballs out and pour salt in the eye sockets.
Inject an empty syringe into your Jugular. . . if you need help with that, just ask.
Instead of using the phone to dial out. Use the phone as a blunt instrument wielded to end your life.
Note: If you read this post and believe that I am trying to tell you to end your life. . . . You are not mistaken. . . I will not go to the funeral, but if I have to take a piss, I'll keep your gravesite in mind.