Life Tracker Page #2
All right, check this out.
Says, "not enough information
"exists to prove the accuracy
"of such a tool.
"Foods, drugs,
"medical processes,
"and new technologies all
"have to be rigorously tested
"before public use.
"It is a government's
"responsibility
to protect its citizens."
Uh-huh.
Wait.
Wait a minute.
You see that?
Wait a minute.
So, this information
is in my own blood
and I'm not allowed
to know about it?
Anything more
you know, as an apartment.
No offense, dil.
None taken.
And I drive 1987 Nissan
pickup truck
with 290,000 Miles on it, okay?
I rely on you guys for weed.
I don't own squat.
And now I don't even
own my DNA?
Pretty much.
Where are you going?
Welcome to America, buddy.
My wonderful boyfriend
didn't get me a beer.
You didn't say
you wanted one.
Why they would
want this stopped.
Here we go.
No, I'm serious.
Okay.
What if Mr. walk the walk,
talk the talk.
Me?
You.
Mr. schmooze over here
found out that
all of his ass kissing
and networking functions
were completely pointless
because he found out
from his print
that he was going
to get cancer
and he was going to die
in a year?
What then?
Why not just give up?
Why not just,
bam, end it early?
Oh, now,
that's some deep sh*t
we're talking
about Scott here.
It's not that deep.
Oh, cheers.
Ouch.
Oh, dang, baby.
You are sexy
when you're feisty.
Careful though.
You might confuse
Drake's sexuality.
Just let me suck it once
and I promise you'll like it,
buddy.
It's not going to suck itself.
Let's go.
Okay, change the subject.
Banana.
Where did you even
get that from?
But what about the good
that it could do?
of the coin?
This is your life,
Dillon Smith.
Oh, great.
A lonesome life
behind his camera,
a dead end day job
stuck in mediocrity,
never finishing a project
he starts,
but he gets his print read,
finds out he's going to be
hugely successful,
have ten awesome children.
Just ten?
And die happy in old age
while receiving head
from 18-year-old
Brazilian triplets.
Whoo!
Oh, brother.
What can you do?
This information could give
him the confidence he needs
to come out of his shell
and go after his dream.
You realize I have the power
to evict you, right?
Yes, but at least
the rent I pay you
comes from working in a field
I went to school for.
Oh, burn.
Damn.
Wait, hold on a second.
I don't think that
to be able to tell you
if you're going to be happy
or not though, right?
Happiness produces hormones.
Can't that be measured?
Yeah, he's got a point
right there.
Just saying.
Why do you always
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