The Modern Sense of an Old-Fashioned Word

I hope you are having a good time making snarky fucking comments to each other.  I hope that every little semi-witty quip you come up with improves your life by an order of magnitude.  I know it is so hard to resist being irreverent, because although society wants to you be normal and quiet in class, you are compelled to regale us with your fantastic commentary.  Thank you so much for providing the class with these gems.  Thank you so fucking  much.  By the way you two are giggling about everything, I can guess that you slept together at some point, or at least drunkenly felt each other up.  Well, I hope you slept so well last night, because while you were dreaming about licking eachother’s nipples, I was writing TWO FUCKING PAPERS.  You know what, you ridiculous, sputum-filled pus boils of humanity, go forth and produce many fantastic, witty children.  Then pile them into a bus and drive it into the centre of Baghdad.