DRUDGE SIRENS AND ALL THE OTHER THINGS THAT MAKE YOU SAY "WHOA!" Matt Drudge found some kids cussing: Sounds like front page news aggregator website material! And if we go to the video, we do find children of the Hispanic persuasion making sailors blush with their potty mouths, and they're doing it right at passing Donald Trump supporters!
My great-grandmother - an awesome motorcycle-riding (with hubby stashed in the side-car) early feminist ran for city council, but had to drop out of the race because she called her opponent a son-of-a-bitch, and that was just a step to far in unladylikeism for the voters of the day.
Thank you, thank you, thank you! The idea of your great-grandmother riding a motorcycle with gramps in the sidecar give me a huge, much-needed smile this afternoon.
Also calling her political opponent a son-of-a-bitch is awesome!
Even better, before she'd head out on the motorcycle, she'd don her "leathers"... and if she was mad at her husband, she would call him a fucking Sassenach (she was Scots, he was English).
He had a reputation for being a terrible joker and the cheapest man alive - whenever he had to spend money, he'd grumble "my pocket thinks my hand is crazy" - and he looked like a rumpled mess all the time, but he was an early campaigner for Social Security and he took no shit from anyone but his wife.
My grandmother used to get sooooo excruciatingly embarrassed by her parents that it was hard not to feel sorry for her, but oh my god they were awesome.
haha-- despite the fact that I have the world's foulest language, my son could not bring himself to cuss in front of me until he was almost 30. Also, I now cuss as much as possible in front of my ex, because I know he really hates it.
I used to call the neighbor's cat "come here, damn cat... here, damn cat!"
Recorders.... recorders...
*shudders*
My great-grandmother - an awesome motorcycle-riding (with hubby stashed in the side-car) early feminist ran for city council, but had to drop out of the race because she called her opponent a son-of-a-bitch, and that was just a step to far in unladylikeism for the voters of the day.
Thank you, thank you, thank you! The idea of your great-grandmother riding a motorcycle with gramps in the sidecar give me a huge, much-needed smile this afternoon.
Also calling her political opponent a son-of-a-bitch is awesome!
Even better, before she'd head out on the motorcycle, she'd don her "leathers"... and if she was mad at her husband, she would call him a fucking Sassenach (she was Scots, he was English).
He had a reputation for being a terrible joker and the cheapest man alive - whenever he had to spend money, he'd grumble "my pocket thinks my hand is crazy" - and he looked like a rumpled mess all the time, but he was an early campaigner for Social Security and he took no shit from anyone but his wife.
My grandmother used to get sooooo excruciatingly embarrassed by her parents that it was hard not to feel sorry for her, but oh my god they were awesome.
It's certainly the first thought that comes to my mind.
The first day of pre-school my three-year old son came home and said, incredulously, "did you know 'goddamn' is a bad word?"
haha-- despite the fact that I have the world's foulest language, my son could not bring himself to cuss in front of me until he was almost 30. Also, I now cuss as much as possible in front of my ex, because I know he really hates it.
My go-to is "GOD damn it sonuvabitch, damn you to bloody hell!" Learned it at my Pappy's knee. <3
See you Sunday. You shit-kicking lizard-skin filled with bees.
Suck taint, you mange-ridden fuck-trumpet.
Bite my left nipple, you deranged walnut-sucking shit-knuckle.
Go fuck a cactus, you ass-faced bag of liquid shit.
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Also, too, I'm not sure what Eyes Wide Shut has to do with Donald Trump. Was there an addendum to that Room 237 "documentary" I missed?
My standard is "fuckity shit."