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- Getting up to walk a puppy at four a.m. can fuck off. With cheez.
- Not being able to get to sleep before midnight, for whatever reason, when I know
I'm going to be getting up at 4:00, 6:30, and for the last time at 7:00
can take a flying leap off the purple people-eater from my nightmare
between 6:30 and 7:00, and swan dive into an indigo fuck off.
- Students
who can't read a schedule of due dates, assignment sheets, or
step-by-step instructions with pictures to fucking do something fucking
right the first fucking time can fuck off--but they probably won't know
how, and would want someone to do it for them.
- Politicians
and politics. And people who are fervent true believers in a
particular political ideology to the point that they're still
campaigning for Toad Akin can fuck right the fucking fuckety fuck off.
- Cancer. Cancer can fuck off and die.
- Obamacare,
its authors, and each and every fucktard fuckstick that fucking voted
for it, as well as that traitorous fuck on the fucking Supreme Fucking
Court can fuck off so hard that their ancestors and descendants
to the eighteenth generation can feel violated. You fucking cockbiting
fuckbaits just fucking insured that we won't fucking find a fucking cure
for any-fucking-thing, much less fucking cancer.
- Entitlement
spending, and the proponents thereof, can fuck off with a copy of Dave
Ramsey's collected works on how money works, how to create and maintain a
budget, and how to get out (and stay out) of debt turned sideways,
folded until it's all corners, and jammed up their collective ass, just
like they've done with the debt to the rest of us.
- Meetings,
bureaucrats, paperwork, and stupid hoops to make the bosses feel like
their job is more important than the workers' jobs can fuck off.
3 comments:
Amen to all that and double for CCFOAD.
Neighbors who have hardly any furniture to absorb sound and yet seem to discuss the most personal things (like recreational drug use) at twice the normal volume can FO right into a sonic void. It's not the privacy of your own home if I can hear it in the hallway. . . or traveling off your balcony into the parking lot as I'm trying to park my car. Idiots.
Ever thought of setting up a tape recorder and going to the cops?
Nah, not worth it unless they're really disturbing the peace at 1 in the morning or doing damage. Now, the one place I used to leave years ago had me calling the police because the guy downstairs from me would get stoned and crank the volume on his TV to concert level all night long. (And then I actually could hear him arguing with the police when they arrived!)
So as much as I hate living on the ground floor, I do like not having someone living under my place.
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