Fuck Yeah / Fuck You

Fuck you, Space. Just because you’re what 99.9999% of the universe is made up of, you think you’re so hot. Well you’re not, Space. I happen to know for a fact that you’re only about 3 degrees Kelvin. That’s negative 270 fucking degrees Celsius. Some frigid shit right there.
And you think your “space-time fabric” is pretty tough, but you can’t even handle the density of an imploding star without getting ripped a new space hole. That’s weak, Space. Weak.
And I know the feeling’s mutual. I’ve seen Event Horizon; I know what happens to a human left out in you unprotected. You show no fucking mercy; well, that’s fine. We can just agree to stay the hell away from each other. I’m very happy here on my little oxygenated planetoid, and you can stay the fuck out there, everywhere else.
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Fuck you, Space. Just because you’re what 99.9999% of the universe is made up of, you think you’re so hot. Well you’re not, Space. I happen to know for a fact that you’re only about 3 degrees Kelvin. That’s negative 270 fucking degrees Celsius. Some frigid shit right there.

And you think your “space-time fabric” is pretty tough, but you can’t even handle the density of an imploding star without getting ripped a new space hole. That’s weak, Space. Weak.

And I know the feeling’s mutual. I’ve seen Event Horizon; I know what happens to a human left out in you unprotected. You show no fucking mercy; well, that’s fine. We can just agree to stay the hell away from each other. I’m very happy here on my little oxygenated planetoid, and you can stay the fuck out there, everywhere else.

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Fuck You, Swine Flu. I mean, if you were actually a menacing disease, that required us to keep the public on our toes and our scientists in the laboratory to figure out how to manage you, then at least you’d have some of our respect. But, no.
You’re not even a particularly dangerous strain of influenza. You’re some weak-ass bastard child of swine and avian flus (which, by the way, at least have the balls to kill more than a dozen people each year). You get our whole country into an uproar, and you’re not even interesting enough to know what to do with it. Kiss my ass, swine flu.
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Fuck You, Swine Flu. I mean, if you were actually a menacing disease, that required us to keep the public on our toes and our scientists in the laboratory to figure out how to manage you, then at least you’d have some of our respect. But, no.

You’re not even a particularly dangerous strain of influenza. You’re some weak-ass bastard child of swine and avian flus (which, by the way, at least have the balls to kill more than a dozen people each year). You get our whole country into an uproar, and you’re not even interesting enough to know what to do with it. Kiss my ass, swine flu.

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Fuck You, Lost. First, you gain a viewer following through attractive actors, exotic shooting locations and, admittedly, intriguing writing and the promise of interesting resolutions to come. However, just when the viewer starts to expect you to tell us where the hell you’re going with all this, you take a 4 month hiatus — right in the middle of the season. That right there is enough for a “fuck you”. “Hey, look at us, we’re so damn popular we can do whatever the hell we want!”
But, after you come back, you go on and prove to everyone that your writers never had any idea where this show was going to go, yet everyone and their damn dog is still glued to their TV set wondering what drivel is going to fall out of your writing crew’s collective craw next. You’re what’s wrong with America, Lost.
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Fuck You, Lost. First, you gain a viewer following through attractive actors, exotic shooting locations and, admittedly, intriguing writing and the promise of interesting resolutions to come. However, just when the viewer starts to expect you to tell us where the hell you’re going with all this, you take a 4 month hiatus — right in the middle of the season. That right there is enough for a “fuck you”. “Hey, look at us, we’re so damn popular we can do whatever the hell we want!”

But, after you come back, you go on and prove to everyone that your writers never had any idea where this show was going to go, yet everyone and their damn dog is still glued to their TV set wondering what drivel is going to fall out of your writing crew’s collective craw next. You’re what’s wrong with America, Lost.

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Fuck YOU, Beard. Sure, you make me look dapper and mysterious. But just when I think you’re my friend and let my guard down, you betray me by secretly harboring crumbs in you, and then when I meet someone new they think I’m some unbalanced cabin-dwelling recluse from Montana.
And plus all that itching while you’re growing in; what the fuck is up with that, Beards?
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Fuck YOU, Beard. Sure, you make me look dapper and mysterious. But just when I think you’re my friend and let my guard down, you betray me by secretly harboring crumbs in you, and then when I meet someone new they think I’m some unbalanced cabin-dwelling recluse from Montana.

And plus all that itching while you’re growing in; what the fuck is up with that, Beards?

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Fuck You, Star Wars, Episode I
Fuck You, Jar Jar Binks
Fuck You, whiny, annoying brat-ish portrayal of Anakin
Natalie Portman, you’re OK
And the biggest Fuck You to George Lucas, who made something we could all love, and then destroyed it with a passionate fury.
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Fuck You, Star Wars, Episode I
Fuck You, Jar Jar Binks
Fuck You, whiny, annoying brat-ish portrayal of Anakin
Natalie Portman, you’re OK
And the biggest Fuck You to George Lucas, who made something we could all love, and then destroyed it with a passionate fury.

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Fuck You, Detroit. Just because of your large unemployment rates, crime levels, and increasingly decrepitating downtown, you think you have everyone’s pity, right? Well, not ours. Just because you’re America’s sad sack, you nonetheless still stand for our aging and out-dated auto industry, which is now still taking our money even though we wouldn’t buy its shitty cars.
Sure, it’s sad to see a once-fine city go to pot, but you brought it on yourself. Deal with it.
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Fuck You, Detroit. Just because of your large unemployment rates, crime levels, and increasingly decrepitating downtown, you think you have everyone’s pity, right? Well, not ours. Just because you’re America’s sad sack, you nonetheless still stand for our aging and out-dated auto industry, which is now still taking our money even though we wouldn’t buy its shitty cars.

Sure, it’s sad to see a once-fine city go to pot, but you brought it on yourself. Deal with it.

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Fuck You, Ozymandias. You actually, ACTUALLY, just murdered millions of people because you’re so fucking sure that you have figured out the secret to world-peace. That’s a shit-load of arrogance right there. “Smartest Man in the World” my ass.
Guess what… Your plan will not work. Even though you blew up a bunch of cities, the world is still broken, and people will still war. You accomplished nothing, ass-bite.
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Fuck You, Ozymandias. You actually, ACTUALLY, just murdered millions of people because you’re so fucking sure that you have figured out the secret to world-peace. That’s a shit-load of arrogance right there. “Smartest Man in the World” my ass.

Guess what… Your plan will not work. Even though you blew up a bunch of cities, the world is still broken, and people will still war. You accomplished nothing, ass-bite.

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Fuck you, cilantro. You think you make everything better, don’t you? Take any crap food out of a pot, add a little bit o’ you, and now it’s gourmet, right? Well fuck you, Coriandrum sativum; nobody really likes you. Everybody just keeps putting you on food because old etiquette books say so. I like my main course just the color it is, thank you.
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Fuck you, cilantro. You think you make everything better, don’t you? Take any crap food out of a pot, add a little bit o’ you, and now it’s gourmet, right? Well fuck you, Coriandrum sativum; nobody really likes you. Everybody just keeps putting you on food because old etiquette books say so. I like my main course just the color it is, thank you.

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Fuck You, bikes. Sure, I may not have a very fancy, light, less-old-than-me bicycle. Sure, I may not know the name of that whatchamacallit is that connects the pedals to the thingamabob, or know by heart the dimension of my bike tire. And sure, I may have just broken my friend’s loner bike over the weekend… That doesn’t mean you get to make me feel bad for not having a “functional” bike like one of you!
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Fuck You, bikes. Sure, I may not have a very fancy, light, less-old-than-me bicycle. Sure, I may not know the name of that whatchamacallit is that connects the pedals to the thingamabob, or know by heart the dimension of my bike tire. And sure, I may have just broken my friend’s loner bike over the weekend… That doesn’t mean you get to make me feel bad for not having a “functional” bike like one of you!

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Fuck you, Bon Jovi. Everybody knows you suck, but just because you know it too, doesn’t mean you’re cool. You know what it means? It means you still suck.
“Hey, look at me, I let Triumph the Insult Comic Dog make fun of me, and I’m totally hip with it! That makes me cool, right?” No. It means that in addition to sucking, you’re also a sucker.
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Fuck you, Bon Jovi. Everybody knows you suck, but just because you know it too, doesn’t mean you’re cool. You know what it means? It means you still suck.

“Hey, look at me, I let Triumph the Insult Comic Dog make fun of me, and I’m totally hip with it! That makes me cool, right?” No. It means that in addition to sucking, you’re also a sucker.

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