My kids loved Rage. I didn't. They would sing the "fuck you" lyrics loudly at me in the car. I popped that cassette out and threw it out the window and ran over it, and said "fuck that." 🤗
My kids loved Rage. I didn't. They would sing the "fuck you" lyrics loudly at me in the car. I popped that cassette out and threw it out the window and ran over it, and said "fuck that." 🤗
Oh! My kids were the ones who turned me on to it. Perfect anger song. I use it regularly. Try it! Scream "Fuck you I won't do what you tell me" at the top of your lungs. Feels so amazing.
I scream, "Jesus Fucking Christ" about 50x a day. My Italian grandmother invented swearing. Her words still hang in space like poetry. She was a natural. She taught me my first Italian swear words. 🥰
My kids loved Rage. I didn't. They would sing the "fuck you" lyrics loudly at me in the car. I popped that cassette out and threw it out the window and ran over it, and said "fuck that." 🤗
Oh! My kids were the ones who turned me on to it. Perfect anger song. I use it regularly. Try it! Scream "Fuck you I won't do what you tell me" at the top of your lungs. Feels so amazing.
I scream, "Jesus Fucking Christ" about 50x a day. My Italian grandmother invented swearing. Her words still hang in space like poetry. She was a natural. She taught me my first Italian swear words. 🥰
fongula or fanculo?
Ooh! Mean o’mommy.
🤣