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