Two very petty ones:
Fuck you, well-off middleclass couple friends on Facebook, whose only status updates consists of how incredibly lucky you are with your lives, how splendid everything is, how amazing that new couch looks in the living room, how the weekend were all about you and your succesful lifestyle.
Fuck you, John Waters, for, after entertaining us for almost two hours with your one man show, slipping out the back and not engaging your incredibly dedicated fans and our stupid questions and requests like we all hoped you would (and a bonus fuck you to my friends in Gothenburg who texted me the night before to tell me that they were hanging out with Mr Waters all night in a bar, thereby raising my expectations for my own encounter).
(Go ahead and judge.)