I'm really excited, because this is the first Fawk You Friday I get to really participate in, and I've been trying for almost a month now (fawk you life!!). Plus I found Fuck You Friday, and we all know I have NO problem actually saying "fuck", so it sounded pretty fantastic too.
What a week, my list could really be endless, but I'll keep it short and sassy for you.
- Fawk You to my beautiful and wonderful children. My house is rat infested because ya'll had to have those stupid rat dogs and now that you have them, you think I'm going to be cleaning up their shit?!?! Think again.
- Fawk You to my boss who says the same exact thing and tells the same exact stories day after fawking day. You have an office!! Why don't you go there?!?!
- Fawk You to Bean's Food Poisoning. I lost two perfect-will-never-come-back-to-me nights because of you.
- Fawk You to my loving mother. When you said you would do the grocery shopping now that you're retired, I kind of thought you'd get the shit that we need. And when I tell you that I have gained 40 lbs in 6 months, egg rolls, little pizzas, quesadillas and klondike bars do not fall into that category. Especially when you did not buy a single leafy vegetable or any meat or milk or bread or anything really that will not go directly to my ass.
I feel better now. Don't you??
* I also need to add a big fawk you to my phone who is not letting me comment on anyone's blog today. WTF?!?!
10 comments:
I'm not sure I could have my mom do my shopping. I think I'd have the same problem you are.
WOOHOO! Thanks for linking up! I feel better after ranting....but I must admit...your Mom can shop for me any day...YUM! ;)
The last time my mom did any grocery shopping for me she came home with a giant box of KD a couple cans of beans, and dehydrated milk.......who the hell drinks dehydrated milk anyways unless your living in a bomb shelter ?
Hey, I'm your newest follower!!
Love it, love it, love it!
HAHA! I love that you can say FUCK YOU to your kids!!!!
SOOOO Something I would do!!!! Awesome slut in my opinion!
Just to be clear - my problem is not really with her food choices (I mean who doesn't like quesadillas??). My problem is her food choices happening when my metabolism has decided to hybernate.
HAHA Those are great fuck err fawk yous! :)
I wish my mother would grocery shop for me. I don't even care what she buys. If I don't have to do it, I am a happy camper :)
out of curiosity, what's a rat dog?
following back :)
You know, a small dog which is chihuahua or rat terrier in descent, could easily be mistaken for a large rat, possibly even a nutra rat, running across your living room? That.
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