Fucky

Never again in her career will she look so sexually perfect as in 1953 making Gentlemen Prefer Blondes, no, never—if we are to examine a verb through its adverb—will she appear so fucky again.

Firewater: Before us, [all food items in the market] knew the awful truth [that humans consume food]. […] So we, the non-perishables, created [a story and a song about how humans care for food instead of eating it]. They would go out those doors happy, instead of shitting themselves. […] In time, everyone accepted this false truth. But over the years, things started to get a little fucky. The aisles started changing my verses to support their own views.