That's what my friend used to say when he spit in his living room floor. He was too lazy to get up, so he would hack one up and just let it fly onto the carpet and say fuck it.
When he got his wisdom teeth pulled, he spit blood into a vase with a lid that was on a table next to his couch. One day when I was over, he said, "Hey come check out this incense that I got". When I took a whiff, I thought I was gonna die. It's was the worst smelling thing ever.