F-ville
F-ville is like being stuck in a prison of bad luck. You don’t have to be in a mental hospital to be there. Just look at your life and say, 'Yep, I’m in F-ville.'
I missed the bus, I had to wear my ugly socks, and my math homework was due today. F-ville is where I live.
My dog ate my sandwich, my phone broke, and I got a bad grade. F-ville is my home now.
I spilled my drink, my mom yelled, and my dog is crying. F-ville, here I come.