Local resident Lud Bofton informed friends and family that his tank of f*cks to give is on empty. “I’ve tried to give a f*ck at many times in my life, and where has it gotten me?” Lud said, downing his large glass of beer. “So now I just can’t be bothered. Ask me to given even one single f*ck and I will spit on your shoes.”
Friends and family did not seem particularly concerned. “Can you blame him?” Lud’s father said. “I mean, sh*t is crazy right now. Who in their right mind can be hassled with trying to give f*cks, when f*cks are in short supply.”