There's this word I want to retire. A-w-k-w-fuckoff.

Let's just lay it on the train tracks and see if it goes away. I'll bring the rope if you call the train. I'll hold it down if you tie it up and then I'll point my finger accusingly at it and tell it to stay. Then maybe I'll be able to get away from it.



*We'll see how long I can live without it, seeing as I pretty much define it.