The Art of Fuck You

You get up two and a half million dollars, any asshole in the world knows what to do.

You get a house with a 25 year roof, an indestructible Jap-economy shitbox, you put the rest into the system at three to five percent to pay your taxes and that’s your base, get me?

That’s your fortress of fucking solitude.
That puts you, for the rest of your life, at a level of fuck you.

Somebody wants you to do something, fuck you.
Boss pisses you off, fuck you!
Own your house. Have a couple bucks in the bank. Don’t drink.
That’s all I have to say to anybody on any social level. Did your grandfather take risks?

Jim Bennett: Yes.

Frank: I guarantee he did it from a position of fuck you.
A wise man’s life is based around fuck you.
The United States of America is based on fuck you.
You have a navy? Greatest army in the history of mankind?
Fuck you! Blow me. We’ll fuck it up ourselves.
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