Don’t you love that asterisk?
You know, the way people go all coy when they leave a comment on a site like this, and they tell you they don’t like that sh*t you write.
What are they afraid of? Do they mean they didn’t like that shot I was writing? Or they hated all that shut? What the fuck is that about?
Americans are demons for it: That’s a load of BS !
A load of what? Bipolar Stevedores? Bloated Supermodels?
What? What are they afraid of? Magic words? Are you trying to tell me something or are you not? What the fuck are you trying to say? Spit it out, for fucksake, and never mind this awful asterisked First-Baptist-church-of-the-never-sayable-bad-words American PC horseshit we have to put up with these days.
Tell you what. In the interests of fitting in with things, I’m going to start using asterisks as well, but with one slight difference.
I’ll decide where the asterisk goes.
If I want to call someone a *unt, I will. And if they don’t like it, they can suck my *ock, the mother*ucking *astards. They can *uck right off.
Of course, there are some people who hate being called runts, and would never suck a rock, but they are just motherducking wastards, and they can buck right off, the tricks.