10. Make a list of 10 curse words and then use them all in a poem or story.
fuck, shit, bitch, cunt, ass, bastard, twat, damn, wanker, douchecanoe
It wasn't until the cunt walked through the door that the party really started. All eyes fell on the bitch as she shoved past Don, the host. A wine bottle deep, the gals ruby red face floated through the crowd. Her sunken eyes were scanning for something, and nothing else fucking mattered. If she wasn't stumbling, some bastard may have cared to help, but her presence was a smog from the get go. She kept working towards the back of the room, still scanning. Then, she found the liquor table. "I think you are good for the night ma'am," some poor wanker laughed. "Row your douchecanoe somewhere else," she slurred and poked the man standing next to her. He wasn't the one to call the drunk out, but he would be the one to kick her out. The look on his face made it clear shit just hit the fan. The twat had messed with the wrong guy. She was a frail framed individual, and the ass took full advantage. With a smooth powerlift she was above his head and being walked to the door. It wasn't the most gentle placement outside, but damn did the crowd cheer as she walked back down the street.
*curse words insight violence :/
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