…but it’s quite possible that fuck is my favorite word.  Ask any acquaintance of mine and they’ll vouch.  (Amazingly, The Bug doesn’t curse despite my mouth – I am chastised on a daily basis by him for the way I talk more like a dirty drunk sailor on a three week bender and less like a proper mommy.)  I remember one of my favorite friends literally forcing my sheltered and very underage self to curse for the first time on the grade school playground – our friendship and my penchant for swear words has endured.  Thus, I love RarRar Press

{And letterpress for the less foul-mouthed…}

Perfect, right?  More of Rebecca Ann Rakstad’s work here.  You’re fucking welcome…

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