IRC-Galleria

Excuse me?

Jansku sanoo:
mitä ihme kuvii sä oot lisäilly galtsuu?
Jansku sanoo:
syöt yli puolis niis

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 heroin?

Do I actually give a fuck?

I ain't got no Visa
I ain't got no Red American Express
We can't go nowhere exotic
It don't matter 'cause ....

We're sorta like the 7-11. We're not always doin' business, but we're always open.

No dreams? huh? srsly?