South Park F Word Novels & Stories

The kind we used to exchange when we got up to shit we weren't supposed to and had to hide it from our parents. "Tell Mommy and Daddy they are full of shit. I am fine," I said and ruffled his hair with a hand. Keanu's eyes went wide. Shock sang through him. "Can I exactly use those words?" I snorted. "Fuck no! They'll skin me alive if they knew I taught you that shit. So keep it to yourself." "Will I still be able to watch Tom and Jerry if I said those words?" "Most definitely fucking not." ***

She rolled her eyes "You don't have a problem with your ears do you?" Fuck this woman. "I said did you wear it for the Mr Storm?" She repeated her question. "For Mr Storm?" I tilted my head to start processing her sentence again "Wait, are you saying I'm trying to seduce the boss?" "Well, are you?" She folded her arms across her big chest I squeezed my lips in irritation "Fuck, no!" I shook my head when I realized I'd used the F word. "Sorry, I meant, 'goodness, no' not 'fuck no' you can easily replace the F word with the G word."

Sutton knew I was scared. "Yep. Love you, Fish." "Love you, too, Fish." With that, I hung up to find Dax staring at me. "Fish?" he questioned. I laughed, knowing how silly it sounded to outsiders. "Yeah, Fish. We all call each other Fish. Sutton and I were always posting on Facebook or saying stuff out in public and realized we called each other 'bitch' a lot. It was kind of inappropriate in both settings, so we started to use animal names for cuss words, fish for bitch, duck for fuck-you get my drift. It just kind of stuck because we called each other 'bitch' like it was a nickname. So, now the five of us are all Fish. It's dumb, but it's our thing."

He suddenly stopped when Charlie pinched his arm. "No cursing in front of me," Charlie said, taking a sit on the couch. "The 'f' word is not a curse word, Charlie." Northon rolled his eyes, rubbing the area he got pinched on. "Plus, you didn't have to pinch me. That's like child abuse." Charlie brushed him off, "Potato, po-ta-to." Northon took a sit and slumped, "Then what's the other term for the 'f' word then? Having se-"

I am just around 5 ft 2, and he is probably 6 ft 5 or more, so tall. “What did you just say?” he asked with an evident dislike in his tone. “Huh?” “You know the word pain in the a-ss?” “Uh… Beta Lufin said it? He also said f-uck makes a sentence cooler. So I tried it, and it sounds nice like f-uck.” I said, giggling and I asked, “Did I use it right?” “I should not have left you with that bas-tard.” He growled under his breath.

“YEAH ! LET THE UNINVITED MOTHERFVCKER GET A TASTE OF ALL OUR ATTENTION AND LOVE” “KILL ! KILL ! KILL !” “BARBECUE HIS ASS, FVCKERS !!” “EVERYONE SHUT THE “HELL” UP ! SEE ? SEE ? WHAT I DID THERE ?” “YEAH SUCKER. YOU USED A PUN FOR THE FIRST TIME IN YOUR LIFE” “HELL NO ! I AM PUN LORD” “NO YOU ARE POOP LORD. THAT’S IT” “SHUT UP, GUYS ! YOU ARE BEING SO UNCOOL”

I said, standing up to pace the room, stepping over broken laptop pieces. “What story?” Reggie sounded confused. “Just look up my name online,” I said, trying to get my temper under control. I waited with bated breath as Reggie looked for the article. Within seconds he found it. “Holy…” Reggie trailed off. “The word you are looking for is f*ck. Holy f*ck!” I yelled before gritting my teeth. “But none of this is true. How would they even get a picture like this?” Reggie said, ignoring my outburst.

it? Hawk - No. why would I be tired of it? Fries are awesome. Me - Well, I'm tired of seeing you eat them EVERYDAY. Hawk - Oh, yeah? Well then, sorry but I'll keep eating them EVERYDAY. Me - Fine, suit yourself. But I'm tired of always seeing you eat fries. Hawk - Alright then. I'll just go eat my fries away from your tired eyes. Because I'm also tired of hearing you talk bad about my fries. Me - Sounds great! Well, the words weren't exactly the same, but that was pretty much what it was all about. By the time it was over, I also left the table, leaving a bunch of confused looking friends behind, all their faces screaming: I don't get what just happened. Well, except for Sam. I hear

I stepped aside, pulled out a cigarette and lighter, and just as I was about to light it— Boom. A small body slammed straight into me. “What the—” I grunted, catching myself. “Easy, Joe. No F word, you’re in a school and in front of a kid.” The kid spun around and stared at me with a sharp look. Rough brown hair. Confident eyes. Way too bold for his size. “What’s an F word?” he asked, hands on his waist. I blinked. “The F word is nothing,” I said quickly. “Nothing at all. Now run along.”

"Well excuse me for not falling down and prostrating myself before you while I sing you praises and kiss your big hairy feet,but I've been almost suffocated to death by my room, levitated like Jean Grey and thrown into some freaky weird alternate dimension all in less than half an hour! I haven't even had my coke yet!" "I will never understand why you homosapiens," who the sourkraut says that??? "insist on stuffing your rather fragile bodies with harmful addictive substances.What are they called? Drugs?" He shook his head at this,"incredibly asinine if you ask me". Smack.Ouch,darn it facepalms hurt."Not cocaine! Coke!" His brows knit and as he's raising a sanctimonious finger to interject I