|04-15-2009, 02:16 PM||#11|
Lost In Translation
Joined: Oct 2002
He used to be like a bull in a China shop coming and going. Now he seems to play smarter going forward and breaks faster into some great defense stretching positions, and can finish with either a rocket or the deftest of touches ...he's still a lumbering Shrek looking oaf about to fell a forest with his tackles from behind though, but there's no denying he has heart
Choose Life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family.
Choose a fucking big television.
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, pishing your last in a miserable home,
nothing more than an embarrasment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourself.
Choose your future. Choose life.
I chose not to choose life, I chose something else instead.
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