I am fucking going out for fucking breakfast, then I am fucking going to mail in my fucking taxes, then I am going to fucking spend as fucking much of my fucking time enjoying the fucking sunshine as I possibly fucking can.

(When I did maintenance work in my teens, I used to work with a guy who talked like this. He wasn't angry at the world or oversexed. He was just convinced that "fucking" belonged in every sentence before every noun and verb, and he used the term as matter-of-factly and with as much thought as I use the word "the". It was probably the reason he was unsucessful in his chosen line of work: wedding planner. "How about we fucking put the fucking flowers over there? You are a fucking beautiful bride>")

Have a great fucking day.