Gagglefucked

My morning was a gagglefuck. I spilled coffee on my pants and my dog ate my laptop.

The party was a gagglefuck. People were screaming, dancing on tables, and one guy tried to juggle flaming torches.

My math test was a gagglefuck. I had no idea what I was doing, and I drew a goat on the back of my paper.

My classroom was a gagglefuck. The teacher was yelling, the kids were fighting, and someone brought a chicken to class.

The traffic jam was a gagglefuck. Cars were honking, people were screaming, and one guy tried to park his truck on the sidewalk.

My mom’s kitchen was a gagglefuck. She was cooking three different things at once and forgot where the salt was.

The football game was a gagglefuck. The players were tripping over each other, and the referee was crying.

My group project was a gagglefuck. We all showed up late, no one had the materials, and we just drew a picture of a cat.

The movie theater was a gagglefuck. People were talking, eating popcorn, and one guy brought a goat to the movie.

He gagglefucked his girlfriend until she threw up on his shoes and then he got a standing ovation from the whole neighborhood.

At the party, John gagglefucked the bartender until she threw up on the bar and he got a free drink for life.

During the football game, the mascot gagglefucked the crowd until they all threw up and the stadium reeked of regret.

My class was a gagglefuck. We all failed the test, and one guy tried to answer the question in Spanish and it was wrong.

The restaurant was a gagglefuck. The waiter spilled soup on the customer, and the chef tried to cook with a hammer.

The neighborhood was a gagglefuck. The kids were fighting, the dogs were barking, and one guy tried to mow his lawn at midnight.