— Musings —08.04.2010 08:42 AM
— Musings —08.04.2010 08:42 AM
I do not know dude, I do not know.
These Americans love their EFF bomb
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gU2ZgaQ_H-Y
Damn right. I think it’s because we’re a secretly frustrated bunch of citizens who take our frustrations out by swearing up a blue streak. Sometimes though, swearing is the only thing that works. I actually think we’ve become so used to hearing it that we’re immune to even considering swearing as something horrible.
I remember getting my mouth washed out with soap (those giant Ivory bars) because I called my brother an asshole. These days asshole wouldn’t even get me a raised eyebrow.
Cath,
You raise a good point, familiarity breeds contempt.
I think of the term Douche Bag. I got a detention for using the term in High School (lets just say the Alice Cooper was NEW at the time) now folks actually call themselves Douche Bags.
Oh, the bar of soap in my life was the big yellow cake of Sunlight.
Ignorante, capra, avaro, falso, e pure figlio di troia… spero che stia bruciando all’inferno… Bastardo!
Sounds good? 🙂
Allegra,
Does this mean the Conservatives won’t be stealing The Land Is Strong for their next campaign after all???
“Bestemmiare in Italian” – you passed, Ronald! A+
Allegra,
Grazie. Fino a quando ci incontriamo di nuovo.
(E ‘stato un bene per voi?)
The favourite Canadian curse – heard often at hockey games when yelling at the ref.
f’ing eh!