You know who really grinds my gears?
My two partners in crime, the other legs that make the tripod stand, the other two parts of my heart to make it whole, 2/3 of the three amigos, me + them = the Trifecta..... etc you get the damn point. Well they grind my gears.
Why? Why would my besties (ha besties sounds like testes) grind my gears? Well Sam, he's loud (like me) and doesn't give a fuck. And lets the world know he doesn't give a fuck. By using the word, 'fuck' a lot.
And Kerry, she doesn't give a fuck either. She can sit at a grown up restaurant and drop f-bombs like Kamikaze planes in WWII.
I curse a lot too. I do. But I've realized that we have gotten so numb to the fact that we use such vulgar language because no one ever tells us to stop. So for Lent, I'm telling myself to stop. I am giving up cursing. Kerry tells me I can't participate in Lent because I'm not Catholic. Shut the fuck up Kerry, I do what I want, it's my hot body. And others tell me I'm supposed to give something up that I treasure and value just as Jesus gave up his own life. Well guys, I like to act like a drunken sailor and run my dirty mouth, so this
will be difficult.
In order to survive 40 days and 40 nights of clean-tongued banter I need to learn some 'clean swear words.' Here's what I've gotten so far:
-Dagnabbit! (You wascly wabbit!)
-Motherflower! (What the fuck is a motherflower? oh. I get it. that just doesn't express the same feeling though.... )
-Geeze Louise (Actually already one of my favorites, will continue to use in excess)
-Good Gravy (YES! will use this one)
-Arsehole (Does this count?)
Well friends, wish me luck and if you have any new 'clean' words I can use in situations of stress, anger, sadness, enthusiasm, or well, ect, please let me know. Now for my last hurrah.... FUCK SHIT COCKSUCKER MOTHERFUCKER CUNT FLOPPY DONKEY DICK UNCLEFUCKER SUCK MY BALLS ASSHOLE PUSSYDICK BASTARD BARBARA STREISAND!!&*($#()!!!!