Fuck. fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck FUCK! Fuuuuuuuck Frickity fuck fuck.
I have a confession to make. When I started Oh For Fun, I made a conscious decision not to use the word "fuck". Now, this is a slightly odd line to draw because although I try not to swear in front of babies and old people, in real life I don't really censor myself in the potty mouth department. When a situation calls for a hearty, "FUCK THAT", I am not shy about getting the job done. I feel that swearing, while not attractive or good per se, is also not the worst thing in the world. But still, I saw no reason to use the F-word on my blog, and I knew I had a few people reading who might not be aware of all of my heathen ways, so I decided to take the ladylike route and refrain from dropping the F-bomb in a blog for all the world to see.
When I first started Oh For Fun, I found the word "Eff", (particularly when spelled out e-f-f) to be sufficiently amusing to replace "fuck". For awhile, I actually preferred "eff" to its more colorful counterpart, but time has been rough on my once beloved "eff". I'm sick of eff. It's no longer amusing. Everytime I use the word "eff" I feel stifled and I think to myself, "Fuck, eff."
So, today I cast aside the shackles of eff. Hence forth (and from now on), "Fuck" is fair game here at Oh For Fun. I can no longer live a lie.