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Friday, September 4, 2009

Fucking, Austria



I have always dreamed of buying a huge plot of land in Illinois, developing it, and eventually incorporating it as a village with the name of “Fucking.”

“Come to Fucking, Illinois. Shop at the Fucking mall, gamble at the Fucking casino while your kids are having fun at the Fucking amusement park.”


Well, it turns out that my idea is not original after all; the name has been taken.
There is a Fucking, Austria.

What do the Fucking people want most?
They want the British tourists to quit stealing their Fucking signs.

EDIT 6/25/2016:  I disabled all of the Fucking links that were in this old post because they all Fucking quit working.  I added THIS FUCKING LINK TO SNOPES for all of the Fucking skeptics out there.










1 comment:

Borepatch said...

And I want a unicorn.

;-)