Fawk You Friday

I feel like a bit of a traitor typing this up, I would never tell a Friday to fuck off. I love Friday more than I love sexy time .. nowadays anyway .... But I'm playing along with Boobies, Babies, and a Blog who I found through a fabulous potty mouth bitch where I basically get to tell all sorts of things to eat shit and die ...

Fuck you ....

...nasty phlegm sitting in my face that I can't hork or spit out (classy eh?)

...kitchen tongs for ripping a chunk of my finger off

...shit eating flies that hang out on my back deck all day ( .. the fuck?)

...shitty ass weather

...office idiots (you so know who you are)

...rising interest rates

...hsbc (hope you're enjoying my $9.21 random payments .. maybe you should stop calling your customers at EIGHT AM on a Saturday, then every hour after until THREE PM ... fuckers)

...BC fires for blowing stinky haze 500 kilometers directly at our city

...slow-ass drivers on the road

...parking dick for giving me a ticket

...(and die) muffin top bitch

...weddings

That feels GREAT ... enjoy the rest of your Friday boys and girls.