Fuck the lady who confiscated my laptop at work today.

Fuck some book called Mr Nice that may have been good except for the constant mention of “marijuana” and poor writing skillz.

Fuck the ten minute walk to my car.

Fuck the shitty battery in my fucking old mp3 player.

Fuck all of the fucking red lights from the airport to St Albans.

Fuck the stupid microwave’s defrost setting.

Fuck the microwave’s cook setting that fucks up frozen meat raaaaage.

Fuck the fucking half defrosted mince that fell on the floor.

Fuck the little bits of mince that I couldn’t pick up off the floor to put back in the pan.

Fuck the smelly TV that managed to work yesterday with no complaints.

Fuck, I left the bag of salad out. Now it is definitely not going to last until Sunday.

Written by: Zach.
Tags: ffffuuuu.