Welcome back to Fuck you Friday !!!
Because I've been delayed with my posting, I've decided to keep it up for two days, Friday and Saturday..
The objective ?
To give me your week's best " fuck you" rant..
The winner which shall be announced on Sunday, will receive the coolest award EVER !!!
The infamous "EFF YOU" Award..
Alright, maybe it's not infamous but in my pathetic brain it is...
LET THE RANTS BEGIN !!!!!!!!!
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Well it started on Thursday on twitter. Some fucktard with a bullshit name enith...um dumb fuck it edith...your mother is so stupid she couldn't even spell that horrid name correctly you illegal alien fucktard...started harrassing me on twitter and telling me she knew who I was in RL and what I did for a living and that my religious views on circ meant that I promote mutilation and she would turn me into the head of the organization I belong to ...effectively putting me out of biz. So I say to that fucking wackjob hater scumbag cunt to go eat shit you mother fucker and die die die. Maybe there is a use for terrorists when I think of the mother fucker you are.
I do have a fucking comment this week. Some fucker sent me, personally, an @message with a link to a website with a ton of fucking woo.
I mean, honestly. My 140 character bio says that I'm an MD. Does he really think that I'm just gonna let fucking woo slide?
And when I called him on it, he got all fucking personal, accusing me of being insulting.
Which of course I was. But if you are fucking stupid enough to send ME woo on Twitter, you deserve what you fucking get.
For the record, iodized salt prevents hypothyroid cretinism. It does NOT cause breast cancer.
Just in case you ran into the same fucking woo I did.
this all is so confusing, what is woo?
I bow to Lauren...I cannot compete...I just thought my fuckin week was bad...
I fucking prayed for a tornado to come and clean my fucking house up.. fucker failed me again..
Then, I prayed for sleep and woke up at 4 fuckin AM with a headache.
Fucking went back to bed, fucking doorbell rang.
I spent my fucking day.. fixing the fucking 100 year old well..
fucking fixing fence that the kids thought we fucking didn't need anymore..
fucking fixing corrals... fucking dealing with farming shit...
and then I went to my blog after a hard day of manual labor...AND THERE WERE 2 FUCKING COMMENTS THERE..
fuck you all! fUCK YOU TWO! fuck me.. fuck us.. fuck the canary in the cage.
do ra me..
fuck a duck a female duck
screw .. a baby kangaroo
finger bang Arangatang
NOW.. I'm headed back to the fucking gin bottle..
and you fuckers better not follow,, I'm fucking running low.
oh.. and I forgot.. I spent my spare time figuring out those damn tabs for my blog.. fuckers.. turned out it was fuck ass simple,, I just had to get my head out of my ass and fucking read the directions... fucking Redneck!
Fuck you to the moms I hate.
There are two kinds of parents, as far as I'm concerned.
Parents who believe that NO ONE SHOULD EVER, EVER, UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES, EVER GO **UP** A SLIDE, THAT SLIDES ARE ONLY FOR GOING DOWN.
Then there's everybody else on a sliding scale of reasonable.
FUCK YOU to the parents in the former category, who give me the hairy eyeball as I let my kids go up the slide sometimes if no one's on it, while they lecture their kids about never ever ever going up slides. I will not stop my kids from going up slides if no one is on them, just because you are lecturing your own kids about it while hairy eyeballing me. I am not your over-controlled kids, and neither me nor my kids have to listen to you, neener neener!
Poor fucking Queen. It sure fucking sounds like she had a bad fucking day. She did fucking make me laugh my fucking ass off though. My fucking day started off with a fucking bang when the fucking muffler broke off the fucking manifold and sounded like a fucking funny fucking car at the fucking redneck fucking races. Went to fucking get it fixed and fucking inspected and the fucking mechanic fucking tells the hubs we may have a stay on the fucking tags because we were too fucking worried about a low coolant fucked broken signal would fucking keep us from getting it to fucking pass the fucking inspection. So it fucking passes, he went to get the fucking tags and fucking wouldn't you fucking know it there WAS a fucking stay on the tags. That is TWO HUNDRED AND FIFTY FUCKING DOLLARS! The nice fucking bitch told him to go to the tax office and the whole way there he is cussing ME the fuck out. Fucker. The fucking tax office say's oh you did pay your taxes, stupid fucking bitch,so he goes back (the little fucker, cuss Me out)to the fucking license plate place and gets the fucking tags. The moral of this is don't cuss Me you little fucker until you get your fucking story straight.
FUCK ranting, it's just not fucking worth it. LOL
I just stopped by because I knew there would not be any evangelicals here, and it'd be safe to let it out... so, FUCK YOU ALL AND TO ALL A FUCKING GOOD NIGHT.
And here. We. Go!
Normally buying my lunch at the grocery store is an easy task. Not this past Tuesday, which was apparently Elderly Retard Day, it wasn't. I got in the "express" lane behind about four people, with six more behind me. Elderly Retard #1 shuffles up with her cart-slash-walker and asks Elderly Retard #2 in front of me if she can cut in line. She's about to let her, when Mexican Guy in front of her says, "Chu get in line, lady!" E.R. #1 has the fucking audacity to get pissed, and she yells, I ONLY HAVE TWO ITEMS! Of course, "one" item was eighteen cans of cat food, but that's another story. Okay, in front of Mexican Guy is Elderly Retard #3, who is now at the front of the line and is apparently stunned by the fact that some sort of compensation is required for her twelve pack of Metamucil. After four swipes of the debit card, the checker points out that the card is backwards. She finally pays and gets the hell out of there. Now it's Mexican Guy's turn, and he spends five minutes going on and on about how he "doesn't believe in credit cards" because they take to long to use. Okay, eventually I pay for my FUCKING SALAD and go to my car. As I'm trying to drive out, there's E.R. #3 again, with her car blocking the drive and her car door wide open. Now, my car is not great, but it's about two levels of quality above the point where I'd just drive ahead and RIP HER FUCKING DOOR OFF! So while she's toddling to the front of her car in her red Crocs, purple skirt and multicolored MuuMuu, I'm FUCKING STEAMING!
FUCK YOU, FUCK YOU, FUUUUUUCCKKKK YOOOOOOOU!!!!
HEY....so this is a place where everyone gets to just effin say fuck whenever they want to? How fuckin cool is that?? I have a fuckin lotta fuckin bitchin to do.. (this is great).. I know I will never "out" bitch some, but it will be fun fuckin chiming in... So, Happy fuckin Memorial Day everyone....and fuck it all!!
*gasp*
I'm just catching up on reading a few of these posts after the long weekend.
I hope some of you ranters ended up having a nice holiday weekend.
I'm f'n tired already and it's Tuesday. And it's raining like a bitch here in Cleveland. Lovely!
Opps, sorry, I didn't realize I was commenting on the Fuck You Friday post. I guess my above-comment was pretty pathetic. LOL.
What I will say is that I am sorry that I missed the fucking contest due to the holiday and I'm sorry I couldn't defend my title. I'll be back with better content next week.
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