Do not fucking go to fucking Coachella.
It became legendary afterwards because just a few months later they became fucking huge.
Back in May, the former Gawker maestro Choire Sicha declared war on young male novelists in the New York Observer, asking, "Why can't men write anymore?" Chiding Hemingway's descendants for being "scruffy, feelings-talking boys," Sicha theorized: The American desire for fucking has become, locally, the Brooklyn-based or -bound desire for a book deal and a brownstone.
Has "slice you your baby up with a fucking knife" become a euphemism for "my, how hasn't she grown?" these days?
And when you get down to two remaining turns and still need to get four of your six-person squad to evac, it becomes fucking tense.
The tension between naturalism and fantasy teases at a certain sense of un-canniness that is so fucking weird it becomes, perhaps unintentionally, funny.
Since the Senators lost in the 2007 Stanley Cup Final, a final they were never going to win anyway (something that became crystal fucking clear when Chris Phillips scored in his own net), the team has had a bumpy road.
It's rare to find a book with so much manic energy that is still able to move you forward into a story overflowing with information and laced with a contemporary sadness that transcends its era into now with lines like, "Any attempt to pump life and humor into such a corpse as you have become is like fucking a mattress".
Upon signing – for enough money to contentedly live on, but not "too fucking much" – I became part of a unique squad.
He called me "a fucking fuckwit" and became furious at my bemusement that he should find our campaign so upsetting, given that one of his newspapers famously claimed that it did indeed decide elections.
