While in the shower today, I realized that when it comes to flying-fucks, most people aren't generous in handing them out. It's a good thing too. I can't imagine a worse way to start a day than to scrape a flying-fuck off a car windshield, or to have one hit me while I am waiting for the bus. So, the next time you hear someone screech, "I don't give a flying-fuck" (about this, that, or the other thing), make sure you thank him/her for making the world a safer place.

[If this post's idea has been previously transcribed, I'm not surprised. I've frequently broached the subject in this blog, but really, blogging is the most effective way of proving that your fresh, clever idea is at best insipid. Then, why post at all? Well, I wouldn't but today I don't give a flying-fuck.]

While waiting for life that sucks to die, why not listen to my favorite unsigned bands: TQ's Garage Band Playlist.