Quote Originally Posted by 3 Sheets To The Wind
Choose life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a big fucking television. Choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electric tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol and dental insurance. Choose fixed interest mortgage payments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisure wear and matching luggage. Choose a three-piece suite and higher purchase a wide range of fucking fabrics. Choose D.I.Y. and wondering who the fuck you are on Sunday morning. Choose sitting in a large couch watching mind-numbing spirit-crushing game shows stuffing fucking junk food in 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've sworn to replace yourself. Choose your future, choose life. But why would you want to do a thing like that? I choose not to choose life. I chose something else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who need reasons when you've got heroin?



I watched Trainspotting the other day after my brother said I should and damn, it's a well good film!
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Choose weed, Choose a dealer, Choose your rolling papers, Choose a bong. Choose mind numbingly long conversations about fuck all, Choose homegrown. Choose resin. Choose frequent holidays to amsterdam. Chose red eye. Choose the biggest pizza ever when munchies kick in. Choose to have no real concept of time. Choose paranoia. Choose chilling with mates. Choose hot rock burns in your favourite jacket. Choose watching cheech and chong. Choose skunk. Choose super skunk. Choose Thai. Choose afgan. Choose hash. Choose northen light. Choose hiding your satsh from the Po. Choose spilling dirty bong water on your carpet.Choose a fake jamacian accent. Choose throwing a whitey. Choose mooching off your friends. Choose waking up on wednesday and wondering where the weekend went. Choose your future. Choose WEED.[/align]