Comments on: To Kid Or Not To Kid http://jasz2jasz.blog.friendster.com/2007/02/to-kid-or-not-to-kid/ My irks, gripes & daily life both fact and fiction - complete with pictures & themes... My favourites! Tue, 29 Dec 2009 05:32:13 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.6.2 By: Kwai-Sun http://jasz2jasz.blog.friendster.com/2007/02/to-kid-or-not-to-kid/#comment-91 Kwai-Sun Wed, 07 Feb 2007 07:42:13 +0000 http://jasz2jasz.blog.friendster.com/2007/02/to-kid-or-not-to-kid/#comment-91 Always Always

]]> By: Jasmine http://jasz2jasz.blog.friendster.com/2007/02/to-kid-or-not-to-kid/#comment-90 Jasmine Wed, 07 Feb 2007 02:16:33 +0000 http://jasz2jasz.blog.friendster.com/2007/02/to-kid-or-not-to-kid/#comment-90 Sunny baby you are such a rebel! Sunny baby you are such a rebel!

]]> By: Kwai-Sun http://jasz2jasz.blog.friendster.com/2007/02/to-kid-or-not-to-kid/#comment-89 Kwai-Sun Wed, 07 Feb 2007 01:01:46 +0000 http://jasz2jasz.blog.friendster.com/2007/02/to-kid-or-not-to-kid/#comment-89 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 leisure wear and matching luggage. Choose a three piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing sprit- crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing you last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked-up brats you have spawned to replace yourself. Choose your future. Choose life... But why would I want to do a thing like that? I chose not to choose life: I chose something else. 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 leisure wear and matching luggage. Choose a three piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing sprit- crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing you last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked-up brats you have spawned to replace yourself. Choose your future. Choose life… But why would I want to do a thing like that?

I chose not to choose life: I chose something else.

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