Sometimes I add the word “Motherfucker” to sentences it has no place in.
- “I’m sorry for your loss, motherfucker.”
- “Could you pass me the salt, motherfucker?”
- “You look lovely today, motherfucker.”
- “I’ll have a number four with fries and a Dr. Pepper, motherfucker.”
- “Is that your baby? What an adorable little motherfucker!”
- “I love you, motherfucker.”
- “Motherfucker!” [exclamation of joy]
Actually, those last two are debatable, as they feel right when you say it. They feel so right.
Motherfucker.
