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05-03-1994

Choose life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a ******* big television. Choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers... choose DIY and wondering who the **** you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mindnumbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, ****ed-up brats you spawned to replace yourself. Choose your future. Choose Life ... But why would I want to do a thing like that?