That, there, is fucked up

Fucking someone over, then being impatient about how long it takes that someone to recover from being fucked over, IS FUCKED UP!

Are you fucking serious?!

You don’t tell someone who has received a terminal illness diagnosis to just “deal” and “get over yourself.”

I probably won’t die from this odyssey, but damn, it is a sort of life sentence.

“Fuckin’ A!” my Philly friend would say.

And, LEAVE MY FUCKING DAUGHTER OUT OF IT!  If you have a question for me, even though you perceive me as “abusive”  (Awww…Strongly worded emails are so much worse than FUCKING SOMEONE OVER!), doesn’t give you a pass to ask our daughter to relay your FUCKED UP message.

Bullies really are pussies underneath.  Or, at least this one is.

Well, I can’t think of anything I’m passionate about, to write about today, so this will have to suffice.

Does that come across as humor?  It’s intended to.

 

 

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