I’m pretty much fucked. That’s my considered opinion. Fucked.

Fuck the Pope

Fuck Bill O'Reilly. He's a muthafucking prick.

Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, and fuck the Congress for sucking your dick, and fuck everybody who puts up with it—including me. Fuck me for not killing you. Fuck everybody who's come within fifteen fucking feet of you and hasn't fucking tried. But fuck murder, fuck rotting in jail, fuck you and fuck you and fuck—you don't even deserve to be executed. Just die a slow fucking painful fucking death, you illiterate shit scumbag scumbag motherfucking shit-eating scumbag scumbag. You fucking, you fuck, fuck, fuck you.

I'll fucking beat the fuck out of you.

My motto: Fuck Hope!

I can't stand that asshole Ryan Seacrest and here's why. He can't sing. He can't dance. He has no talent. When is he gonna go away?

I’m gonna say one thing. Fuck Trump. It’s no longer down with Trump. It’s fuck Trump.

I am going to beat the living fuck out him...I am breaking every rule in boxing to make sure I fuck him right up [...] Once I am done with him, I am going to whip my dick out and piss on him...right in his muthafuckin face.

Fuck that! Conor McGregor, you're taking everything I've worked for, motherfucker! I'm going to fight your fucking ass!

I think my exact words were "Fuck me!"

My conclusion was “Fuck it.

Fuck off! Just fuck off!

Fuck literature.