What's up with the 'Choose life' t-shirt in this video? Did that mean something else in the 80s?
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 leisurewear and matching luggage. Choose a three-piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, 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 the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourself. Choose your future. Choose life... But why would I want to do a thing like that?
Can anyone here remember the song that went something like "You gotta have a lotta cash to live in New york" "You gotta have a lotta xxx to live in Nw York"...it was a list of all the things you have to have to live in New York.Fear's "New York's Alright If You Like Saxophones," perhaps?
Kramer was on it before he was Kramer.
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posted by Doohickie at 6:32 PM on June 19, 2006