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The way I see it, every day I live to it's fullest brings me one more day closer to being an imbecile, thrown onto the mercy of my children to suddenly take care of me as I slobber and drool myself into post mortem. What's not to look forward to ? I see the big picture for what it is: if I suddenly start slurring my words, throw a comfy pillow over my face and kill me now. If house payments haven't been made up until such a point, at least have the common courtesy to give me the dog food that has the gravy mix included when you run warm water over it. Good thing I'm not worth millions now or my kids would likely shoot me and end up on Court TV.
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