"Choose Life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family.
Choose a f****ng big television, choose washing machines, cars,
compact disc players and electrical tin openers. Choose good
health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance. Choose fixed
interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your
friends. Choose leisurewear and matching luggage. Choose a
three-piece suite on hire purchase in a range of f****ng fabrics.
Choose DIY and wondering who the f**k you are on Sunday morning.
Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing
game shows, stuffing f****g junk food into your mouth. Choose
rotting away at the end of it all, pissing your last in a miserable
home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, f****d up
brats you spawned to replace yourselves. Choose your future. Choose
life... But why would I want to do a thing like that? I chose not
to choose life. I chose somethin' else. And the reasons? There are
no reasons. Who needs reasons when you've got heroin?"
I say... Who needs reasons when you've got
Geocaching!
At night, beware with muggles!
Á noite, cuidado com os muggles!
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