An article I read this morning on CNN.com yields the opportunity to add another acronym to things Cheek. That would be:
That Sh*t's F*cked Up Right There, Man (T.S.F.U.R.T.M.)
Article in question describes a pro golfer who whacked a ball, not into a gopher hole, but into the nose of a red-shouldered hawk because it had the brazen audacity to squawk when f*cktard golpher was filming a segment for TV. The hawk died.
Who the f*ck does the golfing f*cktard think he is? Different story if a random distance shot had nailed a bird in flight, but this f*cktard shot over and over to nail this hawk. And the crew and cronies stood around and didn't do sh*t to stop the f*cktard.
I have the unfortunate experience of becoming recently familiar with Antisocial Personality Disorder. This golfing f*cktard is making my a**hole quiver - and not in a good way - over his sense of entitlement and power over the fate of living things. Life is not a game, and it's certainly more valuable than this f*cktard's golf game or TV show. T.S.F.U.R.T.M.