The Daily Fckcabulary: 60 Seconds of Therapeutic Sarcasm

In this episode, we unwrap the glorious hot mess that is being Fucktorious — when life body-slams you into Tuesday, your bills side-eye you from the corner, your knee still hurts from slipping on that damn ice, and yet… you’re still here. Still fly. Still giving Beyoncé-in-a-blizzard. This isn’t about the flawless win — it’s about the fire walk with lashes intact.

Tap in if your victories don’t come with parades but with petty bloc...

In this episode, we unpack the chaos and clarity that comes with an Unfuckseen moment — those unexpected, slap-you-sideways plot twists that wreck your plans, humble your ego, and somehow become the breakthrough you didn’t know you needed.

From heartbreaks that cleared space for healing to job losses that catapulted your purpose, we’re diving into the raw, real, “WTF just happened?” moments that flipped the script and handed you th...

In this episode: Welcome to the mind mayhem known as “Fuckstracted” — where focus dies a slow, seductive death. Today, we dive headfirst into the beautifully chaotic moment when someone you shouldn’t even be thinking about pops up… and suddenly, you're mentally off-grid. We’re unpacking the psychology of distraction, how attraction can derail ambition, and why your ex’s gym selfies feel like a personal attack.

Expect sarcasm, soul,...

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Some weeks hit differently — not in a deep, spiritual way, but in a WTF cosmic prank show kind of way. Welcome to the land of Fuckulous: where logic taps out, the universe clowns you for sport, and your ex slides into your notifications like it’s 2013.

We’re breaking down the absurdity — from emotional sabotage to those moments where life goes full soap opera and you're the lead… with no script. If you've ever lau...

Welcome to another bite-sized word drop from the Fuckcabulary, your daily dose of sass, satire, and spiritual clarity — one f-bomb at a time.

In today’s episode, we dive into Fucknown (fuck + unknown): That glorious moment when you stop waiting for certainty, grab your keys (and maybe a little anxiety), and walk boldly into the great WTF of life.

No plan. No guarantee. Just guts, grace, and the refusal to sit still while life passe...

"Alright, check this out. It's Monday morning. You're barely functioning, running on coffee and spite, and then—bam—you open your email. There's the invite. You click the attachment. Forty-seven bullet points. 'Synergy.' 'Circle back.' A 'parking lot' for ideas they're gonna ignore like a red-headed stepchild.

Your eye starts twitching. Your liver texts you: 'I'm not doing this again.' That, my friends, is not a meeting agenda. Tha...

Fuckabout (FUCK-uh-bout) is administrative theater at its finest—the corporate ritual of turning a 10-minute decision into a 3-hour meeting where nothing gets resolved, but everyone gets to justify their salary.

It's the workplace equivalent of running on a treadmill while convincing yourself you're going somewhere.

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Today's word: Fuckhistle (pronounced: fuck-WHY-sul). Noun. That high-pitched, passive-aggressive "eee-ooo-eee-ooo" your boss makes when you dare to stand up from your desk at 12:01 PM instead of waiting until 12:30 like a good little wage slave.

It's not a sound—it's a warning siren that translates to "How DARE you have basic human needs during MY productivity hours."

As in: "My fuckhistle went off when I walked to the break room, ...

Alright, check this out. It's December 31st, 11:59 PM. You're supposed to be celebrating.

Popping champagne. Making resolutions. But what are you really doing?

You're scrolling through your ex's Instagram, wondering where your tax return went, and realizing you're the exact same broken person you were 364 days ago—just older and broker. Your resolutions?

That was just a to-do list for your therapist. That's not a celebration. That...

"Alright, check this out. You ever notice 'holiday' is just 'holy' with a day attached?

That's cute. But let me tell you what it REALLY is: It's that mandatory event where you go broke buying presents for relatives who think you're going to hell, travel 600 miles to eat turkey that tastes like a carpet, and perform happiness while your uncle explains how the moon landing was faked.

That's not a celebration. That's a fuckoliday. An...

"Listen to me. You got this fat dude in a red suit. Breaks into your house. Eats your cookies. Judges your kids. Runs a sweatshop of midgets working for free.

We spend $400 to lie to our children about this trespasser and call it 'magic.' That's not Christmas spirit.

That's fuckanta. That's parental Stockholm syndrome with sleigh bells. And you know I'm right.

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"Alright, check this out. You ever go to that relative's house for Christmas? You know the one.

They got that nativity scene set up, right? But it's not right. Baby Jesus is missing—kid probably got kidnapped by the dog.

Mary got a crack in her face that makes her look like she's seen some shit. And the manger? The manger looks like it's been through actual biblical times.

Then your drunk uncle comes through, knocks the whole thing...

"Alright, check this out. They call it 'yuletide'—sounds all fancy and British, like we should be wearing top hats and singing carols. But let me tell you what it REALLY is.

It's that special time between Halloween and New Year's where your credit card just... bursts into flames. Your liver sends you a formal complaint.

Your in-laws show up 'just for the weekend' and they're still there in February, reorganizing your kitchen at 6:4...

"Alright, check this out. You ever bite into one of them candy canes? First bite—CRACK. Now you got a broken tooth.

Second lick—SLICE. Now your tongue's bleeding like you bit a razor blade. And it tastes like your grandma's perfume collection from 1987. But the REAL peppermint?

That's the schnapps. That's the rocket fuel you need when your MAGA uncle is talking about 'the war on Christmas' like he's a Fox News anchor, your vegan c...

"Alright, listen to me. You ever been to that family dinner? I'm talking the one where your MAGA uncle just discovered memes from 2012 and thinks he's Warren Buffett?

Where your vegan cousin is giving the turkey a full Catholic funeral with hymns and everything?

Where your mom is asking why you're still single IN BETWEEN bites of green bean casserole like she's running a life audit and a taste test simultaneously?

You can't survive...

"Alright, listen to me. You ever been in Target? Of course you have. December rolls around, you're just trying to grab a PS5 for your nephew, and that song comes on.

You know the one. Mariah. Carey. 'All I Want for Christmas Is You.' First time? Cute. 47th time? I wanna commit a war crime at the self-checkout.

Meanwhile, Granny Bootsy over here has her cart parked like she's guarding the nuclear football. My phone's at 2%—2%!—and m...

"Alright, check THIS out. Your grandma gives you this ornament, right? Says it's 'priceless.' Says it survived forty years. FORTY. YEARS. It made it through Nixon, made it through wars, made it through your Uncle's second divorce—and probably a tornado. You put it on the tree, you step back, you admire it. You think, 'This is nice.'

Then Mittens—Mittens, who weighs nine pounds soaking wet—comes flying through like he's been shot ou...

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The tinsel that gets everywhere and reproduces in your carpet until July.

As in: "My vacuum coughed up fuckinsel from the Nixon administration.

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It's 11:47 PM at the office holiday party. The fuckletoe is hanging. Terry from accounting smells like mothballs and cheap whiskey.

Sharon from HR is cornering you. And somewhere, a plant is weaponized into a tool for 'mandatory fun.' Let's call this holiday tradition what it is: Fuckletoe

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