Making your choice

Choose life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a f**king big television. Choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers. Choose a three-piece suite on higher purchase and a range of f**king fabrics. Choose watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows as you shovel junk food into your mouth. Choose DIY and not knowing who the f**k you are on a Sunday morning. Choose Cameron. Choose Brown. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, sitting in your own shite, being nothing but an embarrassment to the selfish f**ked up brtas that you sponsor to replace yourself. Choose your future. Choose life. I chose not to choose life. I chose something else(namely, the Lib Dems).