To the sound of born slippy

Hank Scorpio

Mark "Rent-boy" Renton: [narrating] Choose Life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a ****ing 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 suit on hire purchase in a range of ****ing fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who the **** you are on Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing ****ing 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, ****ed 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

Choose life

I just wana hear the counter arguments

Chuck Stone

Consumer electronics = cool.

Heroin abuse = not cool.

red menace

nuxxx wrote: »

Mark "Rent-boy" Renton: [narrating] Choose Life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a ****ing 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 suit on hire purchase in a range of ****ing fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who the **** you are on Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing ****ing 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, ****ed 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

Choose life

I just wana hear the counter arguments

Its Bedrock For what you dream of not born slippy

Fromthetrees

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FLmn3HP4MiI

later12

Chuck Stone wrote: »

Consumer electronics = cool.

Heroin abuse = not cool.

Ah yes, Chuck; but somewhere in the middle is

Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows

Senna

I had this decision to make, i went for the electric tin opener instead of heroin, so far so good.

LH Pathe

first reply took do long I thought y'd all chose death.

Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows

.. trainspotting showin its age isn't bob holness dead? What?! Beds don't call..

Duff

I choose you.... PIKACHU!

Chuck Stone

later10 wrote: »

Ah yes, Chuck; but somewhere in the middle is

Okay then..

Consumer electronics = cool.

Neurofen plus, few cans and a bit of Countdown with the delightful Rachel Reily = coolish?

Heroin abuse = bad.

im invisible

suddenly it's cauld, very fcukin cauld. The candle's nearly melted doon, The only real light's comin fae the telly. Something black and white's on . . . but the telly's a black and white set so it was bound tae be something black and white . . . wi a colour telly, it wid be different . . . perhaps.


Its freezing, but movement only makes ye caulder; by making ye aware that there's fcuk all you can do, fcuk all you can really do, tae get warm. At least if ah stey still ah can pretend to masel ah have the power tae make masel warm, by just moving around or switching the fire oan. The trick is to be as still as possible. It's easier than dragging yourself across the flair tae switch that fcukin fire oan.


Somebody else is in the room wi us. It's Spud, ah think. It's hard tae tell in the dark.
-Spud . . . Spud . . .
He sais nothing.
- It's really fcukin cauld man.

Spud, if indeed it is the cnut, still says nothing. He could be deid, but probably no, because ah think his eyes are open. But that means fcuk all.

Mr.Biscuits

Come on Bad Boy.

Come on, son.

Come on!

Come on!

Yeah!

Yeah!

Bad Booooooy!

Hank Scorpio

lust 4 life

u_c_thesecond

nuxxx wrote: »

Mark "Rent-boy" Renton: [narrating] Choose Life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a ****ing 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 suit on hire purchase in a range of ****ing fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who the **** you are on Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing ****ing 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, ****ed 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

Choose life

I just wana hear the counter arguments

thanks a lot

now i want to go downstairs and root through my dvd collection and find it- and watch it

The Internet Explorer

I guess you could say, the sound of born slippy.