You fucking fucker. You think you’re so cool, being the king of the swear words. You think you’re the shit, nay, better than The Shit, because you get top billing in all pit threads. You sit there lording over the asses. You scoff at the bung mungers. You edged out the felchers and don’t think they’re not demanding a recount.
What the fuck is your problem, fuck? Top of the food chain ain’t good enough for you? You’re a fucking adjective, a fucking verb, a fucking noun, a fucking adverb. You are the entire fucking English language and that ain’t enough for you, is it? What’s next? Participle? Pronoun? El Fucko Spanisho? You’re that versitile.
You even have urban legends created because of you, you King Fornicator.
Well I quit. You’re too good for me! There! I admit it. I don’t need some fucking word that feels like it’s “slumming it” every time I type it.
I’m done with you, fuck. We’re through. Forever.
And this time, I mean it.