Choose life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a f***ing 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 leisureware and matching luggage. Choose a three-pieced suite on hire purchase in a range of f***ing fabrics. Choose DIY and wonderin who the f**k you are on a sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind- numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing f***ing 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, f***ed brats you spawned to replace yourself. Choose your future. Choose life.
