What's your favourite F word? There are so

What's your favourite F word? There are so many f words, then why does only one come to mind? There's food, fuel, fun, fear, favourite. My favourite f word is 'food.'

Frequently fraught from fear, Frederick finds forgetting feelings frankly formidible. Forming figments, Frederick fashions fantasies forthwith.

“With that bio, you're never gonna get a job-or a date,” said Dirk, Frederick's life coach. “First, ditch Frederick, you're Fred now.Stop talking in 3rd person and alliteration all

the time." Fred looked at his life coach. He was Russian, old. A little over weight. Rumpled. Dusted with skin flakes. A giant red birthmark on his head. Fred said, "What job have

you managed to keep long enough to give me career advice?" Gorby'd had enough capitalist insolence from Fred & did a little Perestroika on his face with the Nobel Peace Prize

he'd won. He knew it was a sham, that he was in fact the world's biggest terrorist, but the prize was just so damn shiny...

kind of like a brand new nickel you'd find on the street. Sure, it reflected sunlight into your eyes, but you'd man up and look at it. You had to. Anything that shiny was worth it.

And the best kind of shiny of all was Diamonds. Always, always, diamonds.

but after waving a slice of Velveeta Cheese in front of the mythical creature's nose, she woke. She was a little miffed that I didn't bring any Nacho Cheese Doritos, but agreed to