I got nothing, except that I really fucking HATE the Detroit Red Wings right now.
And I'll second Shannon's early FF yesterday to Manny Ramirez, with an extra eff towards every guy that's contributed to the "Steroids Era" I've had to witness in my lifetime. Shame on you.
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Gah. Fridays can FTFO.
So can Manny.
WV: deistra - that pretty much describes my Friday.
(Reposting Ricki's FO before I delete the mistaken post)
(Reposting the comment for Ricki)
Two chances to post our FTFOs today?
Here are mine:
1. Plagiarists can FTFO with an extra-large red Swingline stapler. When you plagiarize, God kills a kitten. When you plagiarize, a tiny part of my soul dies. I become just a tiny bit more of the evil bitch that you claim I am right now. You really don't want to see me in for-real, for-true Evil Bitch mode. But I'm gettin' there.
2. People who think they can slack and party their way through school, and then have a giant meltdown when they realize they lack the required C average to graduate - and pester their profs for extra credit, for allowing an F they so richly earned to turn into a W, and who generally make people who actually WORK for their diplomas angry can FTFO.
3. Humidity, also, can FTFO. I have not been able to breathe this week, thanks so much, Gulf of Mexico.
And all the fucking sports headlines today that read stuff like "MANNY-LESS DODGERS END STREAK" as if that dumbass was the only reason they've ever won a game can fuck off. I don't care how good one guy is. He is a digit in a sum of parts that can succeed or fail with or without him.
Fuck off, iGoogle. As if I needed yet more distractions, you had to put games on there too? Ah, well, I guess I could fuck off too for being so distractable ... shiny.
1. You had a rush ad. I was almost done with it. Then you killed it because it cost too much? $2K? For three versions and completed art? And you can buy and sell me about a million times over? You get what you pay for, fellas. In this case, that would be nothing. Except a fuck off.
2. The term "pre-menopausal" can fuck off. And the second person to describe me that way can fuck off, too. With extreme prejudice.
3. I'd like to send a fuck off bubble to Carson City that would encompass the entire state government. The governor and the legislature both. You all disgust me. You're so busy doing nothing that can be used against you in a soundbite in midterm elections, that you end up doing nothing at all. You've solidified Nevada's spot near the bottom of every single social indicator in the nation. Congratulations, assholes. You wasted our money and our time. There is no point to you.
The federal government can fuck off, for being a reposititory of asshats, clowns, imbeciles, incompetents, self-centered empire builders, and criminals. Appointed, career, and elected. All of yez, FUCK OFF!!!!
Cold thunder showers can fuck off. Especially when I walk home in one.
"Pre-menopausal", Shannon? Jeez, that reeks. And that comes from a guy who was just counseled about his (lack of) social skills.
1. Hi Mr. Obama. Why the fuck are you still campaigning? Oh, that's right. Because you probably can't fucking believe that shit either.
2. Cancer can fuck off and DIEEEEE. Took my childhood friend's mom this morning at 4:44. Wonder what the significance of that is, other than CANCER FUCKING BLOWS and SUCKS giant hairy fucking elephant balls.
3. Thank you, Professor Blowhard McGrandiose. A 20-page take-home final is very helpful. Last laugh's on you because you get to grade it, fuckwad. P.S. You're not my only instructor. P.P.S. If I turned in half of this Godless final, I'd still have an A, so suck it.
P.P.P.S. No I am NOT attending your fucking pizza party (attendance $8).
Fuck off to Jennifer.
LMAO, Ken. That made me laugh so hard I forgot my FO.
Oh yeah, the MEDIA can FOAD for the whole Manny thing more than he can. At least he's taking it like a man.
Oh, and FO to me for bring work home. Again
WV: ement an element minus its spanish direct article.
This fucking week can fuck off.
People who change schedules without informing everybody. Fuck off.
Cellphones that want to power down of their own volition. Fuck yourself, and fuck off.
Insomnia. Insomnia can fold it up sideways and fuck off using the sharp corners.
Diarrhea at one in the morning. Yeah, that's a big fuck off.
Sinus infections. My left eye hurts.
Neighbors who cannot corral their toddlers. Most dogs have more car and road sense than these two...they're a nightmare waiting to unfold before my eyes (or behind my truck....) Your children are not here for your amusement (nor mine, for that matter). DO NOT LAUGH when they wander close to a moving truck, you dumb shits. If you can't make them respect cars, make them fear them....
Broken eyeglasses. That's a mindfuck and a half.
Broken drinking glasses.
The fact that you can't get a fucking sixpack of Rogue Dead Guy in these parts for less than 12 bucks.
Six Day workweeks.
Frat Boy District Managers.
The fact that I don't have a real working lightsaber.
Tommys who leave ridiculously long comments on the Friday Fuck Off thread....
FUCKING storms with FUCKING straight line winds with FUCKING gusts of around 95-125 FUCKING miles per FUCKING hour, that FUCKING drop HALF a FUCKING TREE on the electric line going from the pole to the house and, in the process, RIP the FUCKING ELECTRICAL METER FUCKING COMPLETELY OFF THE BACK OF THE FUCKING HOUSE can fuck the fuck off.
My first mother's day weekend is going to FUCKING SUCK.
Soooo glad it's still Friday somewhere in the U.S. Emily, the Caps and the Penguins suck, too. :)
Practically this whole past week can fuck off, but special note goes to. . .
My academic advisor. You, little girl, are one of the most unprofessional, clueless people I've ever dealt with. And I've worked with many of the type. I'm done with you, so take your little office and your little phone that you never answer and fuck off. I have about a month to decide whether I want to run away or run up and deck you, should I see you at commencement. I just feel so conflicted right now.
The bitchy patron who appropriated my desk chair so her saggy ass could be comfy while she sat with another user at the computer station closest to my desk. I tried to jest about it, but in response to, "Oh, you've got my chair," you narrowed your eyes at me and growled, "I didn't think it MATTERED." And then continued to glare daggers at me the rest of your little computer session. They're called BOUNDARIES, you self-important bitch. Do I come to your work and sit at your desk? I didn't think so. Fuck off, and next time, take a chair from the table right behind the stupid computer station. Dumbass.
Susanimal, I'm sorry. Cancer and fatal accidents can totally FO this week.
"the fact that I don't have a real working lightsaber"
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