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My mom says "frick" or "fiddlesticks" even when kids aren't around. She's holding in some of that pure, unfiltered rage each time a plate is dropped or toe is stubbed. If only she'd just shout "OH **** she wouldn't lash out at grandma or sob uncontrollably later. Someone once said to me, **** you!" and I was happy. It means they won't ****** me in my sleep because they expressed verbal and not physical rage. I was happier when someone told me "go **** yourself" because I went home and did just that. Speaking of pleasure, the act of ******* burns between 85-250 calories, improves sleep & your immune system. Google it. I've been ****** a realization &/or learning experience having gone broke without a way to pay rent resulting in the lesson of moving back in with the parents. We can get ****** up. A couple too many tokes &/or shots of gin &/or punches to the face. We learn the perils of excess. In third grade, I was ****** up by a group of 6-7 kids. I learned I never want to experience THAT uncomfortable feeling again. Why is **** such a bad word again?
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Jul 7, 2012
Jul 7, 2012 at 11:58 AM UTC
The Benefits of ****
My mom says "frick" or "fiddlesticks" even when kids aren't around. She's holding in some of that pure, unfiltered rage each time a plate is dropped or toe is stubbed. If only she'd just shout "OH **** she wouldn't lash out at grandma or sob uncontrollably later. Someone once said to me, **** you!" and I was happy. It means they won't ****** me in my sleep because they expressed verbal and not physical rage. I was happier when someone told me "go **** yourself" because I went home and did just that. Speaking of pleasure, the act of ******* burns between 85-250 calories, improves sleep & your immune system. Google it. I've been ****** a realization &/or learning experience having gone broke without a way to pay rent resulting in the lesson of moving back in with the parents. We can get ****** up. A couple too many tokes &/or shots of gin &/or punches to the face. We learn the perils of excess. In third grade, I was ****** up by a group of 6-7 kids. I learned I never want to experience THAT uncomfortable feeling again. Why is **** such a bad word again?
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Jul 7, 2012
Jul 7, 2012 at 11:58 AM UTC
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