Fuck

(nigger, fag, dago), an insult that refers to psychological, physical, or social deviation (retard, wimp, lard ass), ancestral allusion (sons of bitch, bastard), substandard vulgar terms (fart face, on the rag), and an offensive slang such as ‘cluster fuck’, and ‘tit run’ are the language that considered as taboo. According to Jay (2009) the taboo words mentioned above are best to be categorized as sexual taboos, religious taboos, scatological taboos, etc (Jay,…

“I think they’re in my throat!” I replied. The athletic trainers knelt beside me asking me where I hurt. “My nuts…god damn.” I grumbled. One chuckled, “Up you go…they’ll think it’s just a cramp.” I stood up and had to fight myself not to grab my balls, I limped to the chairs and sat down. Coach walked over, “Need to go put some ice on the jewels?” “Nah…just let me catch my breath.” After about five minutes I was ready to play again. We ended winning 109 to 106 in three over times.…

Occupy Denver Eric Brandt is a white male in his late forties. He is 5’8” and 200 pounds, dressed in black shorts and a yellow shirt, with black font on it that reads “Fuck Bad Cops.” He is single and homeless. Eric is a former U.S Navy nuclear engineer. He has been to many countries and speaks four languages. Eric chose to leave his veteran house and be homeless so that another homeless veteran can have a place to live. After he left his housing, he rented a backyard from a lady in Westminster…

I'll give it to you he says back. He slips down dragging his tounge along you stomach and just above your... "ahh fuck" you say wake up. You try to slap the image out of your brain. The images of you pulling his hair or him kissing you passionately. "No no no no no no no" you get ready for the day to come and boy would it be a hell of a good one. You POV '' fuck fuck fuck" I'm late again. I can't even being to think of what I'm wearing so I grab one of my prep outfits. These are the…

I sat in the car irritated beeping the horn, waiting for Jessica. She usually take awhile but today she was taking longer. Finally she comes out the door and runs up to my car. " What the fuck Audrey ? " She says as I roll my eyes. She can be very dramatic sometimes. " Your going to wake up all the old people in my neighborhood! " I look up from my phone and began to shake my head as I pull off from in front of her house. The whole way we just talk about what were going to do after school.…

The characters in “The Courter” fought with the sense of belonging. Some character like Aya and the narrator parents struggled with their past and the separation of their homeland. Aya felt trap in between the two cultures. She loved her homeland and struggled to belong in the place where she now lived. She had an attempt to adapt to England and grow roots. She established a relationship with the courter (porter of the building). This relationship gave her a sense of companionship in a land that…

to that girl “Someday, if you want to be taken seriously and matter as a woman/person, you’ll need to cut that ‘personality’ and ‘independent thought’ and ‘bodily autonomy’ shit out. Fuck loving yourself and your body. Fuck promoting an environment where people are unbound by ever-changing standards of appearance. Fuck anything you want from life if it isn’t focused on the machine of capitalism and expectation. Without a doubt, someday you’ll have body fat and body hair and acne, and maybe some…

stories about molestation. He kinda abandoned this theory and made a slew of other ones that I honestly can't be fucked to try and spell off of Wikipedia (but I'm trying here.) You know what other cool shit this dude did? He told the IPA to basically go fuck themselves because he was smarter cooler and obviously he out pyschologied these fuckboys. You know what's really sad though? He got Luekemia from smoking the devil's lettuce, or er Tobacco. Some cunt lied to him and said it wasn't as…

“Then the ‘oh, shit, how did I fuck up,’ comes next.” I glared at the cops in tripple vision– shit, how did I end up here? “Now, comes the – how and why?” The constable snorted as he sipped his coffee. Fingers raked through straw for hair mixed with dirt and grass covering my shoulders…

judge let inmate Dalerio say her statements and at this point she was walking out the jury box. Deputy Bare A443and I escorted inmate Dalerio out of Department 11. On the way out the back door inmate Dalerio was yelling “Fuck you” to the judge. Once out in the back hallway she said, “Fuck you bitch” to Deputy Bare.…