MOTHERFUCKER! There. That’s better.

Have you guys ever had the urge to just stand up at your desk and just shout “MOTHERFUCKER!” for no reason at all other than to just do it?  Maybe because it would feel kind of good to just let the crazy out a little bit?

This is why I’m just a little bit jealous of people with Tourette’s Syndrome.  They get to just walk down the street and sneer something like “PISSFACE!” at somebody and there isn’t shit anyone can do about it.

Lucky bastards. 

It must feel good sometimes to just come out with it, you know. I’m sure having Tourette’s Syndrome pretty much sucks ass 90% of the time, but that 10% when it doesn’t must be pretty freaking sweet.

I don’t know where I’ve been lately.  I was sick and now I’m a little better even though I’ms till coughing up lung chewies and can’t taste or smell anything yet.

My brain is just tired still.

I’ve got some juicy, juicy, JUICY gossip but I can’t tell you guys about it and that’s frustrating me a little bit. I’ll probably tell you about it tomorrow after I’ve had a chance to twist it enough so you get the story without getting the story so I don’t get in trouble and get banned from my neighborhood. Not that getting banned from my neighborhood would necessarily be a bad thing, but if I can’t get to my house, I can’t write this blog so you know.

You don’t want that to happen. Probably.

Anyhoodles, I’ll be back tomorrow to tell you A story without telling you THE story.

Or something like that.

I’m confused. My head hurts.

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14 comments

  1. I would say that the freedom to swear at will is pretty much the one big perk of being unemployed. Well, that and being able to go solid weeks without ever getting out of my jammies.

    Looking forward to the non-story story!
    .-= MsDarkstar’s last blog post… Freakin’ me out… =-.

  2. I have personally been calling someone Cunty McCuntington for 2 days straight…and it feels better every time I say it!

  3. I love non-stories! I also love my job because I can cuss like a motherfucker if I want to. No one cares because they are too busy cussing with me! Gotta love that we don’t have stinky ass customers, or have to deal with the fucking dumb ass public.
    .-= Yankee’s last blog post… Ohhhh, La La =-.

  4. I cuss whenever I want and all it’s gotten me is 2 toddlers with far too many “bad words” in their vocab. I just blame their dad when in public. Cussing is too good to completely let go (I have started watching the F bomb though unless I’m in the middle of F, then it’s okay).

    I’ll be back for the non-story story for sure.
    .-= Sabreena’s last blog post… 2 Cent Tuesdays: Teen Cribs =-.

  5. Any variation of the word Fuck helps me feel better. My husband swears that our baby is going to come out talking trash too.

    Can’t wait to hear the non-story gossip!

  6. I think that I fell in love with SWMBO one day at work when I overheard her fighting with on the phone with a co-worker. I believe that the name she called him contains ten letters, and is one that Lenny Bruce was arrested for uttering onstage back in the day.

  7. Considering I teach high schoolers all day, I would jump at the chance to stand on my desk and shout ANY profanity!

    (Random note? the google ads..smell problems?? What?!)

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