It's been so long since I participated in Fawk You Friday, but I'm back!!!!!!
In case you've forgotten, I don't really fawk.. I fuck. So maybe this post is not for the easily offended (but then neither is my blog really..) sorry!!
Fuck you golf. Really. Fuck you. I didn't even play in the fucking work golf tournament, but I am sore and exhausted.
Fuck you scheduling people. I don't know who made the schedule, but scheduling a golf tournament on Monday and Wednesday when there is a major meeting on Tuesday was piss poor planning.
Fuck you laundry. I'm seriously considering burning all dirty laundry instead of washing it from now on.
Fuck you Cancer. You fucked my husband up, and for the record, I'm not okay with it.
And though I'm not feeling this yet, I will be by this afternoon so here's a preemptive -
Fuck you road trips with children. They should replace chinese water torture with you. Really.
4 comments:
Cancer needs to be kicked in the ass all the way to outer space. And then blown away to never return.
Traveling with children? I remember well and I still shudder.
Can you imagine that torture?
"You, prisoner, must sit in a car with 5 children and successfully drive 12 hours without raising your voice."
I think the recidivism rate would massively decline.
I'm with you on FUCK CANCER!!!!!!!!
I hate it with a fucking passion!!
Have a good weekend babe!
Cancer blows!!
And, yes, if the powers-that-be would like to make terrorists sing like canaries and quite possibly bust out Osama, put them in a car with a couple of kids for a five hour road trip. After they pulled themselves out of the fetal position, they'd tell anything and everything and beg to go to Gitmo (is that still open) as long as they never have to do another road trip with kids.
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