Last digit determines your life in 2015:
1: You will die a horrible death. People will be glad that they got rid of your obnoxious guts. You won't be missed either.
2: You will get a beautiful, smart and loyal girlfriend.
3: You will get a combination of cancer, AIDS and Ebola.
4: You will win the lottery (20.000.000$)
5: Depression and suicidal thoughts paired with severe autism and betafaggotry dictates your life.
6: Your bizarre and illegal sexual fantasies become legal in your country.
7: You will lose all your friends; your family will no longer love you. You will eventually start doing drugs.
8: You will meet new people and make many friends. You become more sociable, laid-back and popular.
9: Terrible and painful diarrhea will haunt you for eternity.
0: Your life does not change at all.
Dubs: If you're a manlet: You will grow a few inches. If you're fat: You will lose a lot of weight. If you're depressed: You'll become happy. If none of the above: go fuck yourself. Only one of these options may come true.
Trips: moot, our lord and saviour, will insert his penis into your rectal cavities.
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I refuse to fucking die mother fuckers!