I dreamed I was in a 21st century Fuckorama, where everyone was literate in the fuckology of language. I could go to the mall and get anything I wanted from the “All Things Fuck” store. After my shopping, I could go to the FuckPlex, where every movie was guaranteed to be spiced with “fuck yous.” Then I could spend the evening at a well-attended Poetry Fuck Fest, where every poem was crafted around an emotionally explosive “fuck.”
All these experiences drove me to want to improve myself, so the next day I registered for the coming semester at Fuck U.
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