Cussing in Context
I don’t trust people who don’t cuss — those fuckers are hiding something.
I don’t trust people who don’t cuss — those fuckers are hiding something.
We often forget the impact we have on others. Here’s a little reminder that came from The Boy (now age 29) through Facebook Messenger of what a shitty dad I am.
After 57 years of surviving on this planet, I just found out, I’m deformed.
Of all the bad shit the Baby Boom generation has done, the worst is raising all of these fucking douchebag millennials.
The fucking Savages started this trend of mini-dogs. The Boy followed and several months ago picked up a 13-pound rat that exhibits dog-like behavior.
When the fuck did Americans get so goddamn gullible? We fall for propaganda like Alan picking internet brides from Asia.
Last year, the Bear set up a big family dinner for Father’s Day. This year she hosted a giant fucking party for 60-100 people.
Grown-ass men tell me to “watch my language” when kids are around. Fuck that.
It drives me crazy when some shit head acts like they are shocked or offended when anyone says “fuck.”
One of the family secrets that I did not know until recently — my mother used to call us: “The Shit Show.”
My generation sucks. And if you think I’m talking about “The Who” song, you are probably part of the problem.
This generation of douchebag millennials is lazy, stupid and incompetent…
By Pam R.
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