You's probably think I'd start off with a easygoing topic like the moldy green chicken I found under my bed last night or trying to maintain my sanity at frequent intervals. Well, you're wrong. I'm gonna talk about DEATH.
We are all born (I was made in a factory), raised by our loving and caring parents (unless you happen to be an orphan), and then rot away in a casket six feet in the ground. Some of us end up in the casket because of natural reasons. Others, because of reasons that would be better off not said.
Me, personally, I am absoulutely paranoid of the world around me-it's a miracle that I manage to make it out my front door every day. There are a lot of things that can kill you. I don't know if you've ever watched the show, 1,000 Ways To Die, but it can give you a very rude awakining. Hello! We're not invincible! We perish just like every other living thing.
Ok, I think I've gotten my point across. So put down the papar bag you were just hyperventilating in and relax. You probably won't die anytime soon. Maybe. Possibly. 50/50 chance.