Choose life;
Choose a job;
Choose a carrer;
Choose a family;
Choose a fucking big television, choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and eletrical tin openers;
Choose good health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance;
Choose fixed interest mortgage repayments;
Choose a started home;
Choose yor friends;
Choose leisurewear and matching luggage. Choose a three-piece suite on hire purchase in arage of fucking fabrics Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on sunday morning;
Choose sitting on that couch whatching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing games shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth;
Choose rooting away at the end of it all, pishing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourself;
Choose your future;
Choose life!