fmylife.com
I hate the phrase “fuck my life.” The only people I’ve ever heard use it are fat hipster fuckwits who don’t shave their fucking vaginas but still have the fucking gall to wear spandex as pants because it’s so tragically hip to dress like a fucking bag lady. Then they wonder why bottom feeding, backne-plagued, pencil-dick box-fuckers are the only ones who will plummet their dipsticks into the fetid puddle of sick they call vaginas in the first place. We get it; you think you’re ironic. If you want to be really ironic, go mine some iron ore, but instead of coming out of the mine lauding yourself on how ironic you are in both a literal and philosophical sense, set off an explosion, get crushed and fucking die a slow painful death you “too-cool-for-everything-and-nothing” posers. It’s asscunts like you that make government funded eugenics projects seem like a brilliant fucking idea.
Anyway, while I may loathe the phrase, I do love to laugh. So although I was hesitant to visit fmylife.com at first, I realized that it is a cesspool for the world’s biggest sad sacks. It’s a site that makes you believe you aren’t the sorriest fucking excuse for a human life and allows you the pleasure of laughing at morons all at once!
Enough bullshitting: http://www.fmylife.com/ For every boring, useless, twitter-esque post, there are five posts that will make you simultaneously laugh and believe you don’t suck all that bad. Don’t let it fool you though. You do.