I must not smoke. Smoking kills. Smoking stinks for that matter. I drink in moderation. Alcohol kills too, but mostly makes con. I should not call while driving. Besides better not call at all. It's bad for the brain. A condition may have been one of course. I must not drive too fast. Normal. It could hit the old rolling too slowly and have forgotten what served their mirrors. I should not eat too much fat, too sweet, too salty. Shit. What's the eat then? I must eat at least 5 fruits and vegetables per day. A strength is something to get up in the morning by "baaaah. I must not listen to loud music. They should certainly talk about classical music because you can listen to rock hard or it does not listen. I must not fuck without condoms. Shit. What good kiss then? I must not suppress the cleavage of the neighbor. Well, the next she has to put a turtleneck. I must not give spankings to my daughter. I must make him understand the benefits of right-thinking Catholic education focused on the delicate balance that exists between my adult status and position of child shall in no case fall due in the maze of corporal punishment and humiliating but in an open dialogue and policy to do and not to undo to get the child to seek salvation in which parental authority is only the mirror of God. Brief. I find that a good spanking deserved better than an hour of catechism. I must wash my hands every five minutes under penalty of influenza A. Brush my teeth after each Meals on pain of losing them. I have to pay taxes. Taxes. Contributions. Taxes on contributions. Taxes on income tax contributions paid as annual lump sum compensation of usufruct share divided among the creditors of the state statutory majority. Meuhhhh. I have to work up to 70 years for a paltry pension. It is where Stef? In his office or cigarette break? No I think he left his dentures clean. I'm going to vote. For whom? for what? to select one that fleeced us? Thank you. Like all stay home to watch Telefoot.
And there I think my parents. Of course they did not have an iPod, iPhone, no DVD, no revolutionary flat screen, no computer and no microwave ... in short it was the stone age. But them. Them. They were kissing, drinking, binge, driving like crazy, vote for real bundles of joy by listening to the Stones back in the 12 smoking leaves with ridiculous hairstyles and fluorescent shirts while sticking to their tempers kids (who them had probably deserved) and nobody comes to the shit. And now they are retired, cushy, without having experienced unemployment, AIDS, the Evin Law, the seat belts, the Tokyo Hotel, tecktonik and Star Academy. I think what we have gained in convenience and modernity we have lost in quality and authenticity. Large in amount.
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