Yeah, Phil and I both throw the F bomb quite a bit. It should be interesting to hold back when the babe comes. I remember once, after my father slammed a grocery cart into my heel, I yelled ‘FUCK!’, at the top of my lungs (in the parking lot). My father didn’t understand why I chose that word, and I explained that it brought extreme relief during that period of horrible pain. The funniest thing is still hearing my father saying fuck in his thick portuguese accent. It makes me laugh every time.