Choose life, choose a job, choose a career, choose a family, choose a fucking big television, choose washing mashines, cars, compact disk players and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance. Choose fixed interest mortgage payments, choose a starter home, choose your friends, choose leisurewear and matching luggage. Choose a threepiece suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mindnumbing, spirit crushing game shows, stuffing fucking 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 fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourself. Choose your future. Choose life.
My Interests
I'd like to meet:
Someone who will do the real blazing challenge; 12 bowls six minutes, somebody smart, somebody worth my while
