Righteously Insane has just brought to my attention the demise that an Atenean has suddenly dropped dead in the middle of taking his ACET. He didn’t even have time to finish the thing. And he was only in HIGHSCHOOL.

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Tiffy has just brought to my attention that a motorcyclist got hit by a car, sending his bike out of control, and then he was double-whammied by a truck, effectively crushing him into tiny, little pieces. It was not a pretty sight. And he must’ve thought this was just going to be another ordinary day. NOT.

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And now, while browsing through the tabloids, my favorite Hamster is in critical condition.

“Richard’s dragster car crashed and somersaulted at a reported 315mph — which would be a new UK land speed record.

“He briefly regained consciousness after the crash and spoke to rescuers — but blacked out before being flown to hospital on a spinal board.

“The crash happened at 5.35pm at Elvington Airfield near York — where police and medics’ vehicles were seen last night. The helicopter air ambulance arrived at 6pm. A spokesman said Richard regained consciousness shortly after the ten-minute flight to hospital in Leeds.

“By 9pm Richard had been moved from the resuscitation area to intensive care at Leeds General where his condition was critical but stable.

On Richard Hammond:

Hammond first graced British TV screens on cable and satellite channel, Men & Motors. Women the world over adore him, something about his puppy dog eyes, and them wanting to protect him from the nasty Mr Clarkson.

Richard also presents every TV programme on daytime TV, and quite a few in primetime. He also writes for the Daily Mirror when he gets a spare second.

Hammond’s hobbies include buying hopeless cars, and then attempting to do them up. As readers of his column in the Mirror will no doubt be aware, his most recent drunken eBay purchase was a Vauxhall Firenza, and not a good one either. In fact, it was a really bad one.

Richard has not had his teeth whitened.

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We really can’t tell when we’re about to meet our Maker. All the incidents that I have mentioned above are solid proof of the unpredictability of life. If it’s your time, then it’s your time. If something, God forbid, has happened to you, there is no one that you can really bargain with. Even a bargain with Satan leaves you more dead than when you started out. Unfortunately, we never seem to quite grasp the idea that the clock is ticking.

I just hope that everyone has a resolve to live a life without regrets. Our families may not be all that perfect and we may hate them at times, but we will never get another set like these kooks that we have right now. Cherish them. Our friends may not have always been there for us, but when they were, the rough times seemed to smoother. Thank them for being there through your most neurotic times. And if you say you haven’t got any, try and recall when you were going through Hell Week at school or that first love breakup you had or simply the monthly whining of Aunt Flo visitations. For all the heartbreaks that we have had, we cry over them but remember that it’s better to recall the best parts that made us smile and the lessons that we have learned from them. Our hearts are stronger and smarter because of all those a**holes that hurt us. And for all the dreams that we so despserately hope to come true, we keep on believing on that most coveted someday, but welcome the possibilty of change.

Pens down. Pass your papers to the front. Finished or not finished.