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Fuck This Shit O'Clock 

That time of day when whatever you're doing becomes so irritating that you simply have to cease immediately and exit the area. No matter what the clock states as the actual time, it is still Fuck This Shit O'Clock. Morning, noon and night, any second of any hour can become Fuck This Shit O'Clock. So named because when the moment is reached, people tend to either do a wild, exasperated hand flinging gesture or smash their hands down onto a surface and say "Fuck this shit!!" And then leave.

It should be noted that although the time of Fuck This Shit O'Clock is randomly assigned, some people hate their jobs so intensely that 5pm Monday to Friday becomes Fuck This Shit O'Clock.
"Dave, can you just run me off twenty copies of this on your way past the photocopier?"

"Sorry Sir, no can do. It's Fuck This Shit O'Clock and I'm outta here."

fuck this shit

what one may say when frustrated or annoyed to the point that one gives up or no longer wants to complete the task at hand. Usually results in the task not being complteted.
Man: Please find a word that rhymes with 'orange'.

Other Man *after an hour of looking*: Man fuck this shit.

Fuck this shit I'm out 

When shit gets confusing, people tend to sing this upon exiting the room.
Man Number 1: *starts talking about computer stuff*
Man Letter A: *singing* FUCK THIS SHIT I'M OUT!!

fuck this shit

What people say when they give up at something out of frustration
Mom:Don't worry timmy, you'll learn to ride the bike soon enough.

Timmy:Fuck this shit!! I give up!
fuck this shit by Big LJ October 6, 2006

fuck this shit im out

me:MOM WHERE ARE YO-
dad: ...
me: yeah..fuck this shit im out

Love= fuck this shit

haha I laugh so hard right now cause I don't know where life has brought me, you might think that love is the only thing that can bring us together and that makes us call ourselves humans, but it ain't. It's all bullshit. love might be one of the reasons, but love has many reasons, not only bringing people together but also tearing them apart. Not until now I understand why people get themselves drunk and wasted. It's not because they want to get wasted, but because they want to escape each killing moment they spent every fucking night thinking about what's happening with their damn life. Of cours they don't forget about there problems, but at least they don't spend every fucking night crying themselves to sleep. In the cruel world of love i've lerned that promises ain't contracts, kisses aren't assurance, sweet words aren't guarantees, big hugs aren't bonds, and that nothing is permenent in this life. One day he's mine and the next day he's gone. Last night he was sweet the next morning he's insensitive. Yesterday i cried, tonight , i despair, but tomorrow o'll be strong. If we all understood that everyone has there own battles to fight, insucurities to face, love to contend an goals to attain, the worls would be a gentle place.The thing about an eye for an eye makes us everybody blind. It's never the tears that mesure the pain, sometimes it's the smile we fake.
This ain't anger or sadness that comes out of me, it's the way we treat ourselves when we get brought down by someone, we need to look at ourselves and realise that we are use to shit like this, that people walk in and out of our lives everyday so don't tripp and fal. You might fallen seven times but promes yourself that you will stand up on your eight. Cause If you are going to let love bring you down than you better of staying on the grownd, cause you know what? its's love= fuck this shit!