If you turn around really really quickly you might be lucky enough to see the words floating behind you.
If they say “totally fucked” well, you know.
How it went with the new girl?
First she was fucked then she was just fucked up.
We laughed and ate and drank and fucked and sighed and slept.
We connected on a deeper level and then, then we went to the zoo and watched a seal swim about.
I spend quite a lot of my spare time trying to find my niche.
I’m starting to suspect it was found in the 70s, bought up by greedy foreigners, polluted and fucked over then finally left to slowly decline, a glorious weed-covered wreck just marking off time until the sun explodes.
If women really truly understood the way males thought we’d be fucked.
And not in the good way it’s all about either.
If the various viruses, germs and parasites that depend solely on humans for life had any sense they’d do something about this whole nuclear war, climate change, overpopulation, fat people, thin people, teenagers etc problem.
Wake up cold virus and realise that without us, you’re fucked mate.
You can pretty much divide life into two parts.
Pre-getting fucked and post.