Fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourself, choose your future. Choose life.... But why would I want to do a thing like that ? ... TRAINSPOTTING de Danny Boyle
Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit crushing game shows, stuffing 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,
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 DSY and wondering who the fuck you are on a sunday morning.
« Yes, London. You know: fish, chips, cup 'o tea, bad food, worse weather, Mary fucking Poppins... LONDON! » (tiré du film Snatch, bien sûr) :D... chouette liste !