Choose wat. Choose a weblog. Choose the internet. Choose your parents' basement. Choose a fucking big LCD, choose optical mice, USB 2.0, streaming porn and electrical pants openers. Choose poor health, high cholesterol, and a diet of Hoho's. Choose flame wars on religious message boards. Choose a starter screen name. Choose your buddies. Choose a profile and matching away message. Choose a three-processor PC on hire purchase in a range of fucking distressed paint styles. Choose LOL and wondering who the fuck you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch playing mind-numbing, spirit-crushing games, 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 embarrassment to your parents and the selfish, fucked up brats you won't spawn to replace yourself.
Choose your future.