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The Benefits of Fuck

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 FUCK!" she wouldn't lash out at grandma or sob uncontrollably later. Someone once said to me, "Fuck you!" and I was happy. It means they won't murder me in my sleep because they expressed verbal and not physical rage. I was happier when someone told me "go fuck yourself" because I went home and did just that. Speaking of pleasure, the act of fucking burns between 85-250 calories, improves sleep & your immune system. Google it. I've been fucked; 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 fucked 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 fucked up by a group of 6-7 kids. I learned I never want to experience THAT uncomfortable feeling again. Why is fuck such a bad word again?
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