My old Sergeant Major used to shout "CLUSTERFUCK" at my platoon all the time. Cos the moment something went wrong lots of other little things went wrong, like a cluster-bomb.
It was a nice image and kept me happy on those lonely nights. I used to imagine all the little fucks going "poop poop poop" all around the big fuck. Then I would smile and make a little yay inside and roll over and snuggle against the lovely mud with my rifle plushie, desu desu kawaii.
YAY!
*dances awkwardly in the silence*
Yup yeh uh hurh da-de-dah hur yup.
I don't really know how to finish this post.
Er... yeah