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My Favorite Word

fuck. It's one of my favorite words. It's a verb, a noun, an adjective. It's amazing. You can say anything and add emphasis with fuck. I'm fucking tired. You're a little fucker. Fuck you. It adds a jaded air to words that could have once sounded plain. I'm so sick of this fucking place. This fucking town doesn't have anything I want anymore. It adds anger and frustration. Fuck you! What's your fucking problem? Leave me the fuck alone. It does so much. It angers parents. It makes you a middle school hero. It makes you an average high school student. It turns you into elementary school pariah. It makes you an awesome old person. It makes you a frighteningly upset parent. Fuck can transform you from a quiet nobody to a very pissed off somebody.
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tasha-gill
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Dec 9, 2012
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