Well, sure, in the long run we'll all be pushing up daisies so blah blah. Old stuff. Appealing to teen philosophers and assorted retards.
On the other hand, there's my outlook on life: it's a lovely day, the birds are singing, I had a good breakfast, a homeless guy picking up soda cans said I had a great ass. I'll enjoy my work day, having a nice lunch and conversation to break it up.Later in the evening I'll dance to some tunes and otherwise have a pleasant evening, so what me worry?
I guess that's lame, too. Eat, drink and be merry stuff. So I'm just a different type of retard.
Whatever.
