Fuck Ukraine, fuck Russia, fuck Biden, fuck the New World Order. Fuck the world.

Ok, now that I got that off my chest, how's your day going? Think I'll mosey up to Dairy Queen and grab me a fucking ice cream cone.

Then tomorrow, get an oil change and drive till I drop, or my truck does. Thinking East, or maybe West, maybe South. Fuck, I don't know.

Brain is scrambled, just like the way I've been making my eggs lately, with a dollup of sour cream. I call them fucked up eggs.

And finally, fuck the word fuck, way overused...