Choose Life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking 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 fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on Sunday night. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, 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 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?
Trebuie sa recunosc ca aici m-am simtit depasit…Nu ne putem limita la discutiile despre Andreea Marin ? :::::))))))))BUAHAHAA!!!!Sper ca piciorul tau e bine ,nu de alta dar urmeaza alt post in care sa-ti bagi picioarele in ceva…nu ?
E bine…e luxat…
Pana si lui Mugatu i se intampla…
Cred ca la cata lume m-a injurat…o entorsa e ok…
Da maine…de maine…iti dai seama ca stam acasa si innebunim…
Cine dracu’ sa te injure…? Nu ai vazut ca ai deja fani(e) ? (Emoticon de ras….)
trebuie si mai multi fani…
foarte multi…facem o asociatie si ii exorcizam pe imbecilii din Romanica…
Cristi, esti invidios.
Da, foarte invidios.Si am curajul sa recunosc…