My new controversial word? Fork! More like f%#k when it rolls off my tongue.
It irks me, though, because I never get one. I am only supplied with spoons. We will have just sat down for dinner and everyone (except for me) will pick up their forks to start eating. I don't care that I am better at shoveling my food into my mouth with a spoon. I want to be like Dean. And I let them know this loud and clear every night.
"I need a F%#K!!!" Sometimes I even say please.
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