I feel horrible for our children and the effect our generation will have on them.
What do our children have to do with this subject? Well in about 50 year's or so when we have run the gambit of our lives and end up in in a geriatric ward like so much stacked firewood who do you think will be forced to care for us?
Maybe not the next generation, but the one after that. Those will be the poor bastards having to deal with a withered husk that was once a person and the various marking's, tatoo's, body mod's, etc.
I could be a little harsh here, perhaps by then the back fat will be covering all the tribal tatoo's that were so popular to get on the small of the back. That way you won't be able to identify grandma from the archived "girls gone wild" memory cubes.
Or if your really lucky, then white noise generating devices will have advanced (a.k.a cone of silence) to the point where you don't have to worry about the Alzhiemer patients singin the "thong song" at top volume, or rapping along to the classic song's the oldies station will play (personally I can't wait to watch a 95 year old rap along to Tupac or toothlessly mumble all the words to little Kim's "how many lick's"). Although thankfully today's song's usually won't be vocally stressful, so even those without their layrnx will be able to sing most popuar rap songs using only a vocabulary of "uh,uh", "nigga", and "money com'n out my anus" (no....I didn't make that up).
Personally, I can't wait for the first time a fellow member of my generation blurt's out "i like the way you do that right thurr" while their diaper is being changed.
If you ask me, multiple/facial piercing's do have a place in the future of our society and it's inevitable crowding of the necessary elderly care. They can use the piercings to chaing up the crazy one's so they don't shuffle off to far in search of more fiber suppliments or depends.
Sometimes it only takes one little thing to ruin a day. One stupid tiny itsy bitsy thing to really piss you off to a level you didn't think capable.
For me that one thing is somebody swooping in and stealing the parking spot I had been waiting for.
For some reason, when it's raining and i've been waiting for a parking spot under the garage at work, and some stupid ass mother fucking bitch in a little blue piece of shit car she can't even operate properly swoop's in take a spot right in the front even though I was sitting there, it just pisses me off.
lady, I don't know who you are, but I know a lot of things about you, such as the fact that you can't park for shit, or faster than 1 inch per second, even when stealing a spot from somebody. Another thing I now about you is that you should be sterilized and beat with blunt objects. Then you should be killed, so no chance of you exhisting or being cloned could ever occur.
"Fallen"
Heaven bent to take my hand
And lead me through the fire
Be the long awaited answer
To a long and painful fight
Truth be told I've tried my best
But somewhere along the way
I got caught up in all there was to offer
And the cost was so much more than I could bear
Though I've tried, I've fallen...
I have sunk so low
I have messed up
Better I should know
So don't come round here
And tell me I told you so...
We all begin with good intent
Love was raw and young
We believed that we could change ourselves
THe past could be undone
But we carry on our backs the burden
Time always reveals
The lonely light of morning
The wound that would not heal
It's the bitter taste of losing everything
That I have held so dear.
I've fallen...
I have sunk so low
I have messed up
Better I should know
So don't come round here
And tell me I told you so...
Heaven bent to take my hand
Nowhere left to turn
I'm lost to those I thought were friends
To everyone I know
Oh they turned their heads embarassed
Pretend that they don't see
But it's one missed step
You'll slip before you know it
And there doesn't seem a way to be redeemed
Though I've tried, I've fallen...
I have sunk so low
I have messed up
Better I should know
So don't come round here
And tell me I told you so...
An engineer, of the Harley Davidson Motorcycle Corporation,
died and went to heaven. At the gates, St. Peter told him,
"You've been a good man and your motorcycles have
changed the world and given pleasure to many; therefore,
as your reward, you can hang out with anyone you want
in Heaven."
The Engineer thought about it for a minute and then said,
"I want to hang out with God." St. Peter took him to the
Throne Room, and introduced him to God.
The Engineer then asked God, "Hey, aren't you the
inventor of the woman?"
God said, "Ah, yes."
"Well," said the engineer, "professional to professional,
you have some major design flaws in your invention":
1. There's too much inconsistency in the front-end protrusion.
2. It chatters constantly at high speeds.
3. Most of the rear ends are too soft and wobble too much.
4. The intake is placed way too close to the exhaust.
5. Finally, the maintenance costs are outrageous."
"Hmmmm, you may have some good points there," replied
God, "hold on."
God went to his Celestial supercomputer, typed in a few
words and waited for the results. The computer printed
out a slip of paper and God read it.
"Well, it may be true that my invention is flawed," God
said to the engineer, "but according to these numbers,
more men are riding my invention than yours."