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 leisure wear and matching luggage. Choose a three piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing sprit- crushing game shows, stuffing fucking 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 embarrassment to the selfish, fucked-up brats you have spawned to replace yourself. Choose your future. Choose life... But why would I want to do a thing like that?
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I didn’t notice the “Shake Well” instruction before I had my drink, and now I feel like I missed out.
— First World Problems (via epic4chan)
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Congratulations to the Dallas Mavericks, 2011 NBA Champions.
You know what they say, one Euro star and a bunch of 3-point shooters wins championships.
In all sincerity, the Mavs were the best team this season. Congrats to Dirk, Jason Kidd, Jason Terry (who showed up large in the final two games, when the pressure was on), Tyson Chandler, Coach Rick Carlisle (who is one class act), the rest of the Mavs and their owner, Mark Cuban.
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