F-ville
F-ville is like being in a pit of bad luck. It’s not a real place, but it’s real when everything you do goes wrong and you don’t know why.
My dog ate my sandwich, my mom is yelling, and I got a bad grade. F-ville is real.
I spilled my coffee, my phone died, and I missed the bus. Welcome to F-ville.
I got grounded, my dog is barking, and my math homework is due tomorrow. F-ville is here.
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