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User avatar #278 - daymitsharry (08/20/2012) [-]
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 suit on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on Sunday morning. 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?
User avatar #294 to #278 - kasatka (08/20/2012) [-]
I just realized...this is referenced in Star Wars: Obi Wan.
Ends exactly the same, except he says who needs reasons when you've got a lightsaber.

Dude's got a point.

naturally, had no idea it was a reference when I was 10..
#291 to #278 - baconking (08/20/2012) [-]
Train spotting?
#290 to #278 - zombiesurfer (08/20/2012) [-]
Amazing movie. Thumb for you.
User avatar #298 to #290 - Triskiller (08/20/2012) [-]
*book.
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