i bet none of you fuckers made a sculpture out of cheese and have it melt on you in the sun and get gnawed by curious goats before the art agent even got to see it.

alright i made it all up but it was fun doing it.

i bet none of you fuckers is looking at a can thats nailed to the ceiling

Why is there a can on your ceiling?

Oh and HEY!! fellow victorian....Woofuckinhooo!!

yes! what part are you from?

umm, i don't know...
for fun i guess
i nailed it there on a beam when i moved in

North East for me

i bet none of you fuckers saw a sheep dying by the side of a track in the middle of nowhere, watched his friends try to put it out of its misery by first twisting its head round 360 to break its neck (unssuccesfully) then by sliting its throat (unssucsesfully) it just breathed thru its open throat, then watched as they dragged the poor creature into the freezing river to drown it, finally put out thier ciggerete out got up took the knife walked into the river and slit the beastie from arse hole to air hole and scooped its innereds into the river, whereupon it died immideately (almost) and was out of its missery,
I BET NONE OF YOU FUCKERS DID THAT TODAY!

Uh, yes I did.

I bet (hope) none of you fuckers is forcing your sullen middle schooler to do a big FUCKIN homework assignment during fuckin Thanksgiving break

btw saying fuck that many times is really cathartic, I need to do that more often

Been there, done that, bought the earplugs. (Honest, I understand the appeal of teaching elementary school, and I could even imagine myself teaching high school or college. But I swear, I'd commit homicide if I had to put up with the middle school age group for any length of time.)

I know what you mean, I work at my first grader's school, and my middle schooler says "Hey Mom come work at my school" shudder not just no but Hell No!!