The impending snow storm has various members of our community in a tizzy. The grocery stores and supermarkets should be inundated with hoards of people ready to buy the last banana and potato chip bag left on the quickly depleting shelves. I dare say the liquor store is the busiest. Afterall, what is a major snowstorm without the booze and Doritos? Bring it, snow Gods we have our beer and are ready to partay!! All I need is a 60cm snow drift in front of my door to block out the asshats who think snow storms are for driving around in and MUST GET TO WORK! What??!! I can’t hear you with the 100km/hr winds drowning out your sorry excuse of a yell…go home! No! I can’t help push your tiny smart car down the street…Ugh…
I can’t talk about what I really want to talk about because I’m not fully exonerated from my sins yet, so I will say this instead…um…..fuck.
I sincerely enjoy that word.
Fuckity, fuck-fuck, fuck…shit. Dammit…fuck-poop…
My verbal cussing is enjoyable for me. Sorry if you-
Wait…nope, can’t apologize…I’m not sorry.
I’m not fucking sorry.
There, that’s better.