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[Anonymous No.15812126]

Fitter, happier
More productive
Comfortable
Not drinking too much
Regular exercise at the gym, three days a week
Getting on better with your associate employee contemporaries
At ease
Eating well, no more microwave dinners and saturated fats
A patient, better driver
A safer car, baby smiling in back seat
Sleeping well, no bad dreams
No paranoia
Careful to all animals, never washing spiders down the plughole
Keep in contact with old friends, enjoy a drink now and then
Will frequently check credit at moral bank, hole in wall
Favours for favours, fond but not in love
Charity standing orders on sundays, ring-road supermarket
No killing moths or putting boiling water on the ants
Car wash, also on sundays
No longer afraid of the dark or midday shadows, nothing so ridiculously teenage and desperate
Nothing so childish
At a better pace, slower and more calculated
No chance of escape
Now self-employed
Concerned, but powerless
An empowered and informed member of societ, pragmatism not idealism
Will not cry in public
Less chance of illness
Tires that grip in the wet, shot of baby strapped in backseat
A good memory
Still cries at a good film
Still kisses with saliva
No longer empty and frantic
Like a cat
Tied to a stick
That's driven into
Frozen winter shit, the ability to laugh at weakness
Calm, fitter, healthier and more productive
A pig in a cage on antibiotics

[Anonymous No.15812134]

Everything
Everything
Everything
in its right place

[Anonymous No.15812146]

The 1990s ruled like fuck

[Anonymous No.15812160]

>>15812146
Not really

[Anonymous No.15812199]

>>15812160
Is that (you)?

[Anonymous No.15812209]

>>15812199
Yes

[Anonymous No.15812254]

>>15812126
I'm in the furniture trade
Got a new job today
But stick the cretin
On the number-three lathe
Went down the town
To a HM club
The sign had a cross
Through a couple well-dressed
They looked at my coat
They looked at my hair
An Easy Rider coot
Grabbed the edge of my coat
Said: 'You're too smart for here'
I said: 'I'll see the manager'

HE WAS THE MANAGER
(Eat y'self fitter)
UP THE STAIRS MISTER
(Eat y'self fitter)

Analytics have got
My type worked out
Analytics on me
The poison render
I grope about
And when I go out
My mind splits
My eyes doth hurt
The musical chairs
Have been swallowed up
By a cuddly group
Who land and rub off
Hoping that
Whatever it is
Will land and drop off

I met a hero of mine
I shook his hand
Got trapped in the door
Felt a fool, I tell yaaaaaaaa

CHARMED TO MEET YA
(Eat y'self fitter)
UP THE STAIRS MISTER
(Eat y'self fitter)

Became a recluse
And bought a computer
Set it up in the home
Elusive big one
On the screen
Saw the Holy Ghost, I swear
On the screen

Where's the cursor?
Where's the eraser?
Where's the cursor?
Where's the eraser?

G-O-H-O-H-O-9-O
G-O-H-O-H-O-9-O
G-O-H-O-H-O-9-O
H-O-9-O-G-O-H-O

WHAT'S A COMPUTER?
(Eat y'self fitter)
WHAT'S A COMPUTER?
(Eat y'self fitter)

[Anonymous No.15812279]

Based lazy eyed poster

[Anonymous No.15812705]

>>15812126
>>15812134
>>15812146
>>15812160
>>15812199
>>15812209
>>15812254
>>15812279
go back to radiohead, this is not for you

[Anonymous No.15812750]

>>15812126
Ameircrap looks like a hell hole from that image

[Nemo !!GgBWHLRiayD No.15812786]

Visiting "Best Buy" as a kid in Y2K used to be a special occasion; it was like a metropolitan "Blockbuster".

[Anonymous No.15812797]

>>15812254
WHERE ARE THE OBLIGATORY NIGGERS

[Anonymous No.15812999]

>>15812126
Is that Houston or Dallas?

[Anonymous No.15813027]

>>15812254
>Analytics have got
>My type worked out
MES prophetic as always

[Anonymous No.15814454]

>>15812126
Is this supposed to be bad? Up until the last few lines sounds like perfectly reasonable goals to aspire to

[Anonymous No.15814469]

>>15812786
Remember when circuit city died

[Nemo !!GgBWHLRiayD No.15814685]

>>15814469
No --I had moved out of Unitedstates by that time.

[Anonymous No.15815529]

>>15812797
HEY THERE FUCKFACE

[Anonymous No.15815946]

youtube.com/watch?v=wYsMjEeEg4g