I second you, Emily. Susan Atkins can rot in Hell.
The United Nations can fuck off. Such a waste of time and resources. Everyone would be better off if Turtle Bay just sunk into the ocean.
Oh, and food poisoning can fuck off. At least, I *think* that's what I had. Maybe it was something else. Whatever I had, it can fuck off with an egg beater dipped in sulfuric acid.
Most of her body was paralyzed. Probably had something to do with that.
And the CNN article I read about this can fuck off for writing that it was "ironic" that Atkins son was re-named Paul*, which also would have been the name of Sharon Tate's son. NO, IT IS NOT FUCKING IRONIC. Ironic does NOT MEAN THE SAME THING AS COINCIDENCE.
*She originally gave him some ridiculous name like Zezozozoezergis or something.
Students who don't read the announcements on the online course site can fuck off. Students who try to complain that I didn't give them the due dates in the course schedule can fuck off. I'd love to tell my kiddos that prior planning prevents piss-poor performance, and poor planning on their part does not constitute an emergency on mine, but I have colleagues who (despite doing the same thing) seize upon anything I do to try to argue that I should be fired. They can fuck off for wanting me fired because they can't teach a student to pour piss out of a boot with instructions on the heel, and they're jealous that I can. They can fuck off for thinking that my politics come into play in whether or not I'm suited to teach.
And I'm too tired to get as emphatic as I'd like to, and that can fuck off, too.
My fracking stupid idiot neighbors and their clueless ill-trained dog can FTFO.
Dog took a big juicy dump in the MIDDLE of my yard. I do not look for piles of dog crap in my yard, seeing as I do not own a dog. And seeing as I assume that a reasonable dog owner would scoop after their beast, or AT THE VERY LEAST have the dog crap on the EDGE of the lawn.
But NOOOOOOO. Dog makes a deuce in the middle of my lawn, RIGHT WHERE I WALK when I get out of my car. And then my stupid pecan tree dropped leaves on the lawn and covered it up. So I stepped in it. And didn't realize it until I had tracked dog crap all through my house.
I swear by all that's holy, if I catch that dog making #2 in my yard, it is going to be so scared out of its wits by me that it will never be able to drop a deuce again.
I wish I knew which neighbors-with-idiot-dog it was; I'd box up the poo and take it to their house and say, "I think you forgot something over in my yard."
Man. . . schedule upheaval from the new job can fuck off. I missed the Friday Fuck Off, I missed posting my own Friday thing. I am belatedly seconding all the FO's here.
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Ahmadinejad, Chavez, and Gaddafi can FTFO with flaming goat-and-camel-milk cheese suppositories and chili peppers.
Just because.
(But I also want to offer an F YEAH! for Bibi Netanyahu. Seems to me he's got more balls than the rest of the UN,combined.)
I don't really have any FOs this week, other than the ones Emily and Ricki have mentioned. So, I'll second theirs.
I second you, Emily. Susan Atkins can rot in Hell.
The United Nations can fuck off. Such a waste of time and resources. Everyone would be better off if Turtle Bay just sunk into the ocean.
Oh, and food poisoning can fuck off. At least, I *think* that's what I had. Maybe it was something else. Whatever I had, it can fuck off with an egg beater dipped in sulfuric acid.
Hear hear. I hadn’t heard yet, stuck in the lab all morning.
But here’s a very odd sentence from the AP story:
"She had been diagnosed with brain cancer in 2008, had a leg amputated and was given only a few months to live."
That sounds like some doctors don’t know which end is up.
Most of her body was paralyzed. Probably had something to do with that.
And the CNN article I read about this can fuck off for writing that it was "ironic" that Atkins son was re-named Paul*, which also would have been the name of Sharon Tate's son. NO, IT IS NOT FUCKING IRONIC. Ironic does NOT MEAN THE SAME THING AS COINCIDENCE.
*She originally gave him some ridiculous name like Zezozozoezergis or something.
Students who don't read the announcements on the online course site can fuck off. Students who try to complain that I didn't give them the due dates in the course schedule can fuck off. I'd love to tell my kiddos that prior planning prevents piss-poor performance, and poor planning on their part does not constitute an emergency on mine, but I have colleagues who (despite doing the same thing) seize upon anything I do to try to argue that I should be fired. They can fuck off for wanting me fired because they can't teach a student to pour piss out of a boot with instructions on the heel, and they're jealous that I can. They can fuck off for thinking that my politics come into play in whether or not I'm suited to teach.
And I'm too tired to get as emphatic as I'd like to, and that can fuck off, too.
My fracking stupid idiot neighbors and their clueless ill-trained dog can FTFO.
Dog took a big juicy dump in the MIDDLE of my yard. I do not look for piles of dog crap in my yard, seeing as I do not own a dog. And seeing as I assume that a reasonable dog owner would scoop after their beast, or AT THE VERY LEAST have the dog crap on the EDGE of the lawn.
But NOOOOOOO. Dog makes a deuce in the middle of my lawn, RIGHT WHERE I WALK when I get out of my car. And then my stupid pecan tree dropped leaves on the lawn and covered it up. So I stepped in it. And didn't realize it until I had tracked dog crap all through my house.
I swear by all that's holy, if I catch that dog making #2 in my yard, it is going to be so scared out of its wits by me that it will never be able to drop a deuce again.
I wish I knew which neighbors-with-idiot-dog it was; I'd box up the poo and take it to their house and say, "I think you forgot something over in my yard."
Man. . . schedule upheaval from the new job can fuck off. I missed the Friday Fuck Off, I missed posting my own Friday thing. I am belatedly seconding all the FO's here.
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