Upon rediscovering the seemingly delightful, "fucktard" on the bathroom wall at the Hex last Thursday I decided to immediately incorprate it into my daily vernacular. I thought it would come in very handy.
But no! The first potentially "fucktard" situation I drove into, literally, I was merging onto 394 during rush hour, was singularly disappointing. It just doesn't roll. it felt contrived. Uncomfortable. Unsatisfying.
So, I take it back. Fucktard is not my new favorite word.
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