Returning from hiatus to mad applause (right?), is Fuck You Friday, your weekly place to rant, rave, and discuss science, life, blogging, whether Phi Phi from RuPaul's Drag Race is an asshole, what have you.

Arggh, matey the GiveAFuck has eluded us, AGAIN!

If anyone has had an embarrassing email snafu recently, fear not! The level of shitstorm from your error cannot possibly be as large as it was for this Rutger's student, who hosted a showing of Song of the South and wrote "If you do come, hooch is most welcome, as are strawhats and other Darkeyisms. I might even buy a watermillyum if I get enough interest." Moral of the story: know your audience, muffins and minions!

Fashionably late to the New Year is this week's Fuck You Friday, your weekly place to rant, rave, and discuss science, life, blogging, whether Beverley from Top Chef will snap and axe-murder everyone, what have you.

If you felt your Christmas caroling skills were not up to par this year, this college music instructor has the quick fix you've been looking for (if you're female)! Taking off all your clothes, or better yet, blowing your music instructor is GUARANTEED to improve your vocal performance. Trufacts.

Limping along like a grad student at the end of the semester is this week's Fuck You Friday, your weekly place to rant, rave, and discuss science, life, blogging, Amani and Marcus's ability to go the right direction EVER, what have you. This week's photo is provided Kevin Zelnio of Deep-Sea News, who knows his monktress well.

And remember, Old White Guy Profs(TM), taking mediocre photos of yourself in various states of undress is WEIRD. Taking them with relatively clothed female students is CREEPY. Even if you're a photography professor. Even if the subject revolves around your own aging body and not their young nubile skin. Because y'all are oppressed like that.

Escape the the depressing early-onset winter with this week's Fuck You Friday, your weekly place to rant, rave, and discuss science, life, blogging, Tyler Stone on Top Chef, what have you

This week a special 'the fuck' goes out to the rioting students of Penn State, who are rallying around Joe Pa, because 40+ years of awesome college football coaching outweigh ignoring child rape going in his facilities. Special wtf because you know all the fuckers were ready to put him in the old folk's home during the 2003-2004 season.

In like the unseasonably cold weather (fuck you mother nature) is this week's Fuck You Friday, your weekly place to rant, rave, and discuss science, life, blogging, the winner of Project Runway, what have you

And if you're feeling super depressed about the current economic climate, at least take faith that you are not part of the UW system, which is taking a big wolloping shot to its budgetal balls, courtesy of  the lovely Wisconsin government. Unless you're in Wisconsin, in which case you get double the 'fuck y'all' rations for the week!

In atareasonabletimeforonce is this week's Fuck You Friday, your weekly place to rant, rave, and discuss science, life, blogging, the Beastie Boys challenge on Top Chef: Just Desserts, what have you

And for you of the professorial persuasion, let this be a public service announcement that you are NOT allowed to hang posters outside your office. Especially not popular cult Sci-Fi shows. Because you might scare the snowflakes.

Bust a move! Here is this week's Fuck You Friday, your weekly place to rant, rave, and discuss science, life, blogging, Holly and Mike winning Bachelor Pad (like omg wtf) , what have you.

Line break ftw!
And if you other STEM disciplines are feeling a little unloved because you don't have to check your mailbox for a pipebomb like those animal researchers, fear not! Some polite terrorists are initiating nanotechnology scientists into the 'I'm afraid to leave my house' club by mailbombing various labs in Latin America. To save those silly researchers from making nano-terminators that will take over the WORLD. Personally, I am super pissed no one told me this was happening so I could make a proper nano-placemat in my hippocampus for my new nanooverloards.

Blowing in with disappointing fierocity is this week's Fuck You Friday, your weekly place to rant, rave, and discuss science, life, blogging, Failicane Irene , what have you.

fuck all y'all motherfuckers
If you're feeling especially poopy about the draconian administration of your university, take heart that you do not work at Calvin College, where suggesting evolution may exist may lead to your being politely asked to get the fuck out of dodge.

Rejoice! For here is this week's Fuck You Friday, your weekly place to rant, rave, and discuss science, life, blogging, Viktor and Bert's bitchypants , what have you.

And if you're feeling very down in the dumps, all you non-Texans can take solace in the fact your university's new policy adviser doesn't publicly declare that research has "few tangible benefits". Unless you're a masochist, in which case you can cry hot salty tears of despair that there's no one to tell you your research has been naughty.

Drifting down from the heavens is this week's Fuck You Friday, your weekly place to rant, rave, and discuss science, life, blogging, Boehner's tan , what have you

The line-break of champions!

We are nearing the close of this illustrious summer (wtf, I haven't got shit for beans done, fuck shit and damn), and the school year approaches. So take this news story to heart, and don't get too irate with your thankless cretin n00b students, they might sue you. Hitting 100 new friends on your new network the fastest is just as important as any Frosh 101 class, peeps.