What the fuck? Who the fuck? How the fuck? When the fuck?

Shocked? I hardly doubt it. Today it's on every one's menu, including your children's. There it is, see it? Here, you can borrow my magnifying glass. Reduced by abuse to the number ten spot under yesterday's stale entrees, it no longer whets my appetite.

Back in the day, in my limited vocabulary, this powerful, forbidden sword could be used to slice through the epitome of all my frustrations, including the people who caused them. Growing up, it was the naughty word that was never used in my home. The closest my dad ever came to it was "Oh, balls." And on the rare occasions when we heard that, my sister I ran for cover. It was a silent gem that I tucked under my pillow, saving it for the fuck fairy who might someday reward me with its leverage in adulthood, assuming that is, that I promised to use it effectively.

A piece of good old WV anthracite, that as soon as it became a fucking diamond, I could pluck it from under that pillow and fling it at you with a shit-pot full of other diamonds in the rough that I gathered over years. Its very stench would eliminate my long list of resentments, personal affronts, and all the ass holes lugging them around on their backs.

It would be like one big fucking lava flow, gaining momentum as it rolled down my new found vocabulary, destroying everything in its path.

Or so I thought...

But, by the time the fuck fairy gifted me with her potent four letter gem it had lost all of its oomph. It was about as limp as a flaccid penis before Viagra. Condemned to a life of terminal impotence.

Oh well. What the fuck? Who the fuck? How the fuck? When the fuck?

And now: Why the fuck did I jump on this prompt?