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At the end of your life you are shown to a theater and given an accounting of all your stats. It isn’t some thundering proclamation from a white haired god. No, by the end of the presentation, most people find themselves bored to death. That is exactly the point.
In the beginning it can be quite interesting. You’re offered coffee, tea or water and shown to a small couch. In front of you is a man on suspenders poised to turn over a large paper flip chart. There is no preamble he gets right into it.
“These are your statistics,” he says.
“Boogers! had you saved all of them up you’d have a gigantic mound of mucus about the size of an elephant.”
(By the way in this scenario you’re 81 years old.)
“Instead you’ve picked, flicked and blew all your not into garbages, toilets, streets, and cars.”
“Earwax!”
He goes on very similarly about the earwax, except its about the size of an SUV, which you think is roughly the size of an elephant and he’s just trying to keep his comparisons interesting.
“Hair! You’ve lost 37,564 hairs from the top of your head BUT you gained 63 hairs in and around your left ear and 59 hairs in and around your right. You had an increase in your nose hairs, both in number of individual follicles as well as girth of each hair.”
“Nutsack!”
It did surprise me that the terms were not more scientific but then again he may be using language I can understand.
“Your has distended 3.73 inches!”
“Fingernails! If gone uncut and unbroken they would now be 53 yards, 2 feet, 4 inches and 7millimeters long.”
Eventually you tune out. The stats become more absurd and then suspenders opens a dusty book and things get interesting again.
“I will now read your language stats!”
“Fuck you’s! 759,000 even. Impressive!”
You think it could be more.
“Fuck offs! 33,542”
“Fuck! 3,259,117.”
“Son of a bitch!…”
“Cunt!…”
“Damn!”
It continues like this for a while and eventually you just sort of die like I said earlier, of boredom. Fuck.
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