Friday, December 5, 2003

Man, this is just great


What Usage of the Word Fuck are You?
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a09832542003 has just messaged you because you buddy icon is sexy. How do you respond? Copy and Paste various forms of fuck into the type box until you have a message that would take 5 minutes to send over a T1 connection and hit Send.

You don't know how much I laughed when I chose this.

Fuckery fucking my fuckers fucking fuckery is fucking fucking my fucking fucker's fucken fucking fucks..

And on and on.

Just imagine that. Only 5 million times bigger. And you've got one great piece of literature indeed.

lol

You recieve a $15,000 inheritence from a distant relative that you never knew. What do you do? Use it to further my campaign to have Fuck declared the shortest language in the world and get Fuck Day registered as a National Holiday which would be celebrated on my birthday.

lol. This is so great.

Your roommate's annoying friend who has been crashed on your sofa for the past week and a half just interupted your net time to ask for one of YOUR beers. What do you tell him/her? Utter a sentance containing 23 words. The only one not consisting of some form of the word Fuck is "No."

or

Listen to his/her sob story about how he/she can't afford beer because he/she is unemployed and offer to take an orgasm in trade.

Your bf/gf comes over for a romantic candlelit dinner where they feel so comfortable with you that they tell you they used to be of a different gender. Reaction? Excuse myself to the bathroom and gaze in the mirror for the next 14 minutes conjugating the word Fuck.

Man, I can imagine this one so much. Let me narrate:

I went into the bathroom, conjugating the fucking word fuck in my mind like a fucking mind fuckery. Looking at myself in the mirror, I just stared into it. The words were fucking right on the tip of my fucking tongue. And I fucking couldn't make them come out--they were like a fuckloose fuckal fucker. They were so tight it felt like I was fucking breathing through some kind of fucking computerized fukerizer.

Eventually, the words came like a fuckial fuckstorm. It was like lighting was fucking hitting down on the ground like a fucking storm, and it had finally let into its fucking high point.

Looking in the mirror, I pointed my hands at myself in the mirror, and my fuckored reflection pointed too. I began moving my lips like I was fucked. It was slow at first, like a fubar [fucked up beyond all repair] computer on fuckatronics.

The words did eventually come, though. Just like a fucking enigma.

My lips finally parted like a fucking gate, and the only words that came out was, "Fffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff," and then I had to breathing in some fucking fresh air. Too bad it wasn't mountain air. That stuff's the fucking bomb. As I continued, I almost smiled a little demonical smile.

I just couldn't fucking believe it.

My fucking lover. She was a fucking fuckaree. She was fucking fucked, a total sick fucking cracker.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu..."

I had to stop and breathe in again, like a fucking wind machine, or like being punched in the fucking stomache and falling to the ground.

My anger began to rise like a fucking revolution. My whole body was in fucking knots, going up and down on a fucked roller coaster of fuckadoo tango. The rest of the word came out like a crucified fuck, all bleeding down and slow, all dying slowly, not fucking wanting to end.

"Ccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk."

And it was done. And my face in the fucking mirror just stopped too, like the fucking reflection he was. I kind of fucking wonder. I fucking wonder what is going to happen with my fuckified life from here on fucking out.

It's fuckled to fuckfull fucking figs. It's only fucking torn pieces. Where the fuck do I got from here? I fucking love her.

Or him. Fuck. I can't stand it.

I couldn't fucking stand it at the mirror either. Holy fucking fuckmas. I sat there saying fuck this and that like I was fucking on fuckium, some fucking derivative of opium or some fucking thing.

Fuck.

___

Thus it ends lol.

You are driving down the freeway minding your own business when some asshole cuts you off from FOUR lanes over. What is your immediate reaction? Repeatedly slam your hand on the steering wheel and weave a tapestry of obsenity comprised solely of the word Fuck and its derivitives.

lol.

Mind the word fuck, fuckren.

If this post repulses you, so be it.

But fuck is just a fucking word that is labeled as bad. It's just symbols combined together.

So if you're fucked to fuckadict that, then do it.



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