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Fuck You Married At First Sight (AGAIN).
Every once in awhile a show comes along that seems so ridiculous, you are sure it will fade into oblivion
Fuck You, Camping.
I went on my first camping trip in 14 years a few weeks ago. And this time I had to
Fuck You, Facebook. Skills We Had To Relearn During The Outage.
Facebook, Instagram and WhatsApp had an unprecedented outage yesterday, leaving the entire social media world shaken to the core. Millions
Fuck You, Kids In Supermarkets.
Ever since my kids grew out of those little seats at the front of the trolley, I have avoided having
Fuck You, The Bachelor.
I was really looking forward to this season’s Bachelor featuring the Honey Badger, Nick Cummins. But so far I’ve been
Fuck You, Australian Politics. A GIF Odyssey.
This week has been an utter joke for Australian politics and the entire country. Not since the cheezel coloured fuck-knuckle
Fuck You, Plastic Bag Whingers. A GIF Odyssey.
Unless you have been living off the grid with no TV, or underneath a very large rock, you will have
Fuck You Optus. My 1 Hour Long Fight With Cuntstomer Service.
Today I received my monthly bill for the incredibly crap NBN service from Optus. To my disgust, I found on
Fuck You, School Holidays. Why School Holidays Can Eat A Dick & Die.
Today was the last day of School Holidays for my little Preppie. I’d love to say the last two weeks
Fuck You, People Who Announce They Are Unfollowing My Page.
I got called a horse-faced cunt today. By someone called Jessiika who was unhappy about a post that I didn’t
Fuck You, Mister Maker.
G’day Mister Maker, I have a bone to pick with you. Your hyped up enthusiasm and love for all things crafty
Fuck You, Pap Smears.
Ah, the Pap Smear. How I loathe you. In my advancing years, I have become much more selective about what
Fuck You, Public Toilets.
Nobody likes going to a public toilet, least of all me. Though I did have a boyfriend once that insisted
Married At First Sight. Why This Show Is Australia’s Biggest Disappointment Since Barnaby Joyce.
I’m taking a few nights off. I need a break. Why? Well after some pretty epic build up, I feel
Fuck You, Married at First Sight.
This show is ruining my life!!! Not since the ALDI special buys have I become so addicted to something so
Fuck You, Nits.
Well, haven’t we been given the best school introduction ever? Starting with last weeks broken arm (fuck you monkey bars)
Fuck You, Starting School.
I’m now the mother of a school kid, I cannot bloody believe it! I’m amazed for a number of reasons.
Fuck You, L.O.L. Surprise! Dolls. 5 Reasons Why You Need To Boycott These Little Bastard Balls.
Not since I caved and bought Poopin’ Pup and a 5 pack of Hatchimals have I felt this much of a failure as a parent.
Why I Can’t Seem to Relax. Even With a Frangipani Up My Arse.
I’m not very good at relaxing, it’s never been one of my strengths. I am however very good at operating
Fuck You, Blogging.
I read a post by DaDMuM yesterday. He went on a bit of a rant about how unglamorous blogging can
Fuck You, Miserable Bitch at the Post Office.
I’ve got my rage on my friends. Old school style! It seems to have simmered down in recent months with
Fuck You, iPhone X.
I’ve been hanging on by a thread for a new phone since mine took a dive in the pool in
Fuck You, Fighting Kids.
My god. I have entered some entirely new dimension now my kids are a bit older. No longer do I
Fuck You, Aldi Speed Checkouts.
You all know I love Aldi. In fact, if I had to name my favourite store, it would probably win.
5 Ways to Survive Gastro Without a Single Skid Mark.
I just had gastro, in case you hadn’t heard. Who am I kidding, of course you heard! As soon as
Fuck You, Sydney Traffic. 10 things that are quicker than driving.
I was up in my old hood last week, sweet old Sydney Town. And while I had fun catching up
It’s all in the edit. Why fear mongering, fake news and freedom of speech are not the same.
This is why I don’t do politics or define myself as an activist. It’s precisely why I stick to educating
Fuck You, Hormonal Binge Eating.
I would like to say a giant FUCK YOU to the 4 pack of Nanna’s apple pies I have crammed
Steam Your Snatch. Balinese Style.
I can never predict what is going to part the waters here at Fuck You Friday. Just when I think
The exploding glitter queef. How to keep a straight face with this bizarre new vaginal suppository.
Just when I think I have seen and heard it all, another trend comes along to blow all other stupid trends
It’s not for me.
I have a funky foot issue. An issue with my foot tissue. Tinea. And it’s fucking gross. Despite wearing thongs
Fuck You, Pauline Hanson.
I’ve wanted to say this for an awfully long time. Fuck you, Pauline Hanson. Over the last 20 years, I’ve
F*ck You, Random Things You (Shouldn’t) Put In Your Fanny.
Fanny, Gash, Muff, Beaver, Bat Cave, Vajayjay, Beef Curtains, Badly Packed Kebab, Pussy, Snatch, Foo Foo, Front Bottom, Bearded Oyster.
Fuck You, Amazing Crystal Garden.
I got this thing the other day that I thought my kids would LOVE. It is called “The Amazing Crystal
Fuck You (again), Mother’s Day.
Oh god. It’s been a year since I exposed the shithouse presents available for Mums around the world and plunged
A letter from Far Kew to you.
Ever since I started this blog I have been asked if I consider myself a writer, and the answer is
Fuck You, Toilet Training.
I have been a mother for 1682 days. I have changed countless nappies, fully toilet trained one kid and am
Fuck You, Good Friday.
Does Good Friday always turn out to be good? Or does it just feel that way because the Thursday before
Fuck You, Poopin’ Pup.
My oldest Womb Raider who is now 4 had the biggest meltdown I have ever seen the other day. I