I swear a lot at home. It was my teenage rebellion because unlike sex or drinking it seemed fairly innocuous, and my friends thought my parents were nuts, so no one was going to rat me out (the list of words that my dad considered curses was long and bizarre, consequences severe). I've yet to be able to get the genie back in the bottle, but not cursing in public feels like a big step.
On the bright side, Sr. Catstro's dad cursed like a sailor, and he grew up knowing when it was appropriate to curse and when it was not, so fingers crossed (but I'm trying to stop cursing so much, really).
My mother (who was old enough to be most Wonketarian's GM or GGM) could unleash a string of profanity that would peel paint at a distance of 50 yards. (Even I don't swear as hard as she did.) She only used "Heavens to Betsy!" when she was joking.
big push there by the NRA for those laws.
Didn't Einstein say something like "Only two things are infinite: the universe and stupidity, and I'm not sure about the universe"?
I swear a lot at home. It was my teenage rebellion because unlike sex or drinking it seemed fairly innocuous, and my friends thought my parents were nuts, so no one was going to rat me out (the list of words that my dad considered curses was long and bizarre, consequences severe). I've yet to be able to get the genie back in the bottle, but not cursing in public feels like a big step.
On the bright side, Sr. Catstro's dad cursed like a sailor, and he grew up knowing when it was appropriate to curse and when it was not, so fingers crossed (but I'm trying to stop cursing so much, really).
I'd love to hear him speak from his war criminal prison cell.
This persiflage is rapidly turning risible.
What?
wrong linkage on swears. I want swears!
Ha! But, seriously folks, I think the Clash opened for them.
I was wondering where the favorite old-timey curses thread was.
My grandmother's preference was "well, foot!"
Grandma, on the other hand, eventually took up something more colorful when she was losing at Shanghai Rummy: "Well, shit the bed!"
"Ah need help, Jeb! Kissinger won't stop with the knock-knock jokes!"
My mother (who was old enough to be most Wonketarian's GM or GGM) could unleash a string of profanity that would peel paint at a distance of 50 yards. (Even I don't swear as hard as she did.) She only used "Heavens to Betsy!" when she was joking.
stretch trabant
Maybe it's the antidepressants talking, but I say we try it!
They should nick him $100 every time he mispronounciates.
I thought NASA was doing everything possible to avoid contaminating the Martian surface?
Hmm, I just Googled it. Looks interesting. Maybe I'll catch it when it gets to Netflix.