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We need the help
Hi everyone my name is Shadae. My Dad passed on 5/13/18 very unexpectedly and we need the money to give him a homegoing. More importantly we need it so we’re able to actually bring his ashes home with us.
I know most people need info so here goes: In 2015 my Dad was involved in an accident that left him in a coma the doctors assumed he would not make it out of. We decided to hold on. In 2016 my Dad woke up and it was one of the happiest moments of my life. But of course things weren’t perfect. He was paralyzed completely on one side, atrophy on his left arm, and had a bit of short term memory loss. That didn’t matter to us, my dad was back. He became more like himself with every visit from my siblings and every minute he heard my voice and all the love from my stepmother. Things were turning around completely. So when we got the call last Sunday it shocked us all. My brother had a breakdown as well as my sister. And I’m distraught as well. It’s a horrible feeling to be in the world without your father. And I just want to be able to send him off and bring him home in a decent way and so my siblings aren’t always asking or struggling with the thought that my Dad’s ashes will just sit there and be lonely.
Before his accident my dad was a complete goof ball!! All he did was make everyone laugh and give unconditional love, even when he hadn’t learned to give it properly. My dad was a friend to everyone he encountered not just some. He loved his children. He loved us so in fact that the only pictures we really have of him are with all 3 of us lol He rarely took a decent selfie, but always took pics of us. Being his oldest I watched my Dad grow into his role of fatherhood and he was excelling at it. And I miss him terribly.
All we’re asking for is 2,296. That’s it nothing more than that is needed right now.
Here is the link to his GoFundMe
TEAM ANDRIEL
And here’s my cashapp, we’re accepting donations there as well:
TEAM ANDRIEL
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I’m going to save up for a new motorcycle by running a scam where I bet straight dudes at bars twenty bucks that I can get a girl’s number in under five minutes and then politely walk up her and say, “I just bet that asshole twenty bucks that I could get your number. I’ll split it with you if you pretend to laugh like I just said a good pick up line and then write a fake number on my hand.”
Like, I never understood those kind of bets in those shitty teen movies. Everybody loves being part of a scheme, man. Use your head.
If anyone ever does this to me I’ll call them out on being a con artist.
Joke’s on you, buddy. That’ll only have consequences the first, what, couple dozen times? I can take a punch.
But then eventually, I’ll have money for the bike, and whenever I get called out, I’ll just speed off, and, sure, maybe I crash and die in a gutter and the police can’t figure out why I have hundreds of fake phone numbers stuffed in my jacket and it launches a huge investigation that becomes sort of a local legend, but you know whose problem that is? Not fucking mine.
Because I’m a slutty motorcycle ghost, and who’s gonna’ stop me then? The ghost cops? Nice try. Everybody knows cops can’t become ghosts because they just go straight to hell. It’s basic math.
Today while I was on campus I passed a girl who had clearly just pulled an all nighter. Messy hair, socks and sandals, pajama pants, the complete look, and she was talking to herself under her breath. All I heard her say was “okay bitch. You’re fine. You’re gonna go home, eat some cake, and take a nap. It’s over now” And honestly?? Same. You go girl
if i die, please bury me in one of two poses:
1. t-pose
2. you know i had to do it to em
If I die
cup a dert little worms babey!!!!!!!!!!!!
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