SnOwBoArDing

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 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 SNOWBOARD & RiDe it Every DAY?


qoute from Trainspotting