Choose life, Choose a job.  Choose a career.  Choose a family.  Choose a ******* big television.  Choose washing machines, cars, compact disk players and electrical tin openers...choose DIY and wondering who the **** you are on a Sunday morning.  Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit crushing game shows. stuffing junk food into your mouth.  Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing you last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarressment to the selfish, ****** up brats you spawned to replace yourself.  Choose your future.  Choose life... But why would I want to do a thing like that?
We chose not to choose life.  We chose something else.  And the reasons, there are no reasons, who needs reasons when we have

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Piercing Mildred