Keepin’ It Clean
Hmmm…I’m preeeetty sure I’m not G-Rated, but thanks weird useless quiz! Now when Jason tells me I swear too much, I can say, “Excuse me, I’m G-Rated.”
Lately, I’ve been trying to hold back on the F’s. Ah, the days of swearing like a sailor (is that the saying? or is it, swearing like a longshoreman?) are slowly dwindling. Wasn’t it fun when you could drop the F-bomb in front of your kids and life would just float right on by? Now Squid is imitating sounds we make and all the fun is coming to an end.
It’s hard not to swear. It’s not like I do it in anger or hatred or anything. It’s just become a part of my speech, a way to emphasize things. It’s like, “It’s fucking hot outside” or “I’m fucking hungry.”
So, I don’t know…from now on, it’ll be, “Gosh by golly! I sure do have what is commonly referred to as a healthy appetite!” or “Oh my! The sun is shining bright today. You betcha!”
August 28th, 2007 18:22
Good f’in luck with that ;)
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.
August 28th, 2007 23:13
I am XXX! Ha! Good luck with that! :D
August 29th, 2007 07:42
I’m in the exact same boat. I have a mouth like a pirate. It is really hard to stop, isn’t it?