What you simply have to say to the overweight, psoriatic bitch in the office who takes crisps out of the packet individually, annoying everyone else in the building, instead of emptying them all out and turning ten minutes of irritating rattling into about 3 seconds.
Empty the fucking packet onto your table you fat ugly bitch. Better still, stop eating crisps altogether you hideous mountain of lard.
When your day goes too exceptionally well and something comes along to ruin it.
“Yep, there’s the fuckening” I said. It was going to be a great week. Today was Tuesday and my birthday was tmr, and I got the honour of skipping my most hated classes to help out with some other stuff at school, so I’ve been looking forward to this for a while. Then, while I was walking my dog to the dog park on my way to school, I fell down the stairs and twisted my ankle.