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 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, pissing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourselves. Choose your future. Choose life...
(Just Harry What should I put here?, Fri 14 Nov 2008, 1:15, archived)

I think
'choose b3ta' should be the last line.
(misusscompiler No cornflakes? No eyes? No problem !, Fri 14 Nov 2008, 1:19, archived)

Choose Internet. Choose imageboards. Choose a career doing nothing. Choose to spend your lunch breaks sitting on the internet. Choose wotsits, crisps, quavers and pot noodles. Choose cliques. Choose online bullying. Choose to share personal details, or stalk people until you find them. Choose attention seeking. Choose whining, brainless, vapid women, and cocksure, overweight sweating men. Choose to post and find yourself at 2am on a weekday on the same board you were 12 hours previously. Choose McDonalds instead of a salad. Choose to come back with thirty accounts. Choose to sit behind your computer screen amid the stench of desperation. Choose b3ta. Choose /talk/.
( moohalaa, Fri 14 Nov 2008, 1:25, archived)

*Luffs*
*Clickies*
:D
( stuj (^(^;;^)^) GO TEAM SPIDERS!(^(^;;^)^), Fri 14 Nov 2008, 1:28, archived)

:-)
( vladimir, Fri 14 Nov 2008, 1:35, archived)