Fucked-up

My dad said that was the most fucked-up call he had ever responded to as a first responder.

If any of this is about anything, it’s about this awful, fucked-up beans-and-wienies poverty smile and being judged for it every single day of my life.

So yeah, he’s basically a more fucked-up version of Elf on the Shelf who offers you candy and then whips you with a tree branch if you take it.

Am I fucked-up by current events, or what?

He was fucked-up with absinthe all the time.