Cursing is a sure sign of a small mind. Fake cursing doesn't change that.

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Whoopsie-doodle and whoopsie-daisy in two fark greenlights?

Whoopsie-poopsie-poo

Dirty words give the devil his dominion.....

Christian Rap lyric...discussion?

/flabberdoodle is a bit ridiculous but dag-nabbit is still effective...

Paws on face.

Are we to give mad props to FTFA: By Heidi Stevens, Tribune Newspapers?

The only fake curse we had growing up was "flicker" for "fart."

Biatch?

Jisaw: The only fake curse we had growing up was "flicker" for "fart."

Fart was considered a curse word in your house?

Jisaw: The only fake curse we had growing up was "flicker" for "fart."

We used "blow off" for fart, as in "did you just blow off?" or "who blew off?". (The dog, of course.)

We're not Americans so blowing someone, whether off or not, wasn't in our vocabulary. It is now!

jingks: Jisaw: The only fake curse we had growing up was "flicker" for "fart."

Fart was considered a curse word in your house?

Yup. Even the adults couldn't say it when mom was around.

The term British pound is commonly used in less formal contexts, although it is not an official name of the currency. A common slang term is quid (singular and plural, except in the common phrase "Quids in!").

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Substituting meaningless words for swearing is dumb. There's no point in having strong language if it's never spoken. Just use the words sparingly, unless of course you're Irish.

And don't fucking swear, kids.

this is farking retarded

I see why there are filters but can Fark abandon the "a" in "biatch"? It's kind of twat cock retarded. It's also commonly used on TV.

Shadow Blasko: The inability to stop cursing, or lacing your replies, written or spoken with profanity, when it is obviously not needed is the sign of either a really pissed of person or a small-minded individual.

Deciding that one word is "bad" while another word, which substitutes for exactly the same thing, is "good", is the sign of a small mind.

What you decide is bad others may disagree with.

There is no such thing as a bad word, you farking simple-minded prick.

I knew one family that was very nieve and really trying to be straighlaced. Somehow they thought the term "beavered" meaned "I farted" so the adults and kids would use the term prolifically... I was not sure what beaver meant exactly so I did not correct anyone.

/still not sure...

"In certain trying circumstances, urgent circumstances, desperate circumstances, profanity furnishes a relief denied even to prayer." - Mark Twain

Take that, all you mother-fathers, cocker spaniels and yellow mustards!

My mother is a great blasphemer, which is perfectly okay as we are a bunch of atheists. She was always a great one for "Jesus H Christ" when annoyed, and "Jesus H Farking Christ" when seriously annoyed. I grew up thinking Jesus had a middle initial and always wondered what it was.

These days, I wonder where the H came from. Anyone know?

Immature cussing:
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steerforth: My mother is a great blasphemer, which is perfectly okay as we are a bunch of atheists. She was always a great one for "Jesus H Christ" when annoyed, and "Jesus H Farking Christ" when seriously annoyed. I grew up thinking Jesus had a middle initial and always wondered what it was.

These days, I wonder where the H came from. Anyone know?

Hopping

Amdam: steerforth:These days, I wonder where the H came from. Anyone know?

Hopping

Hiberius

My dad absolutely HATES hearing women use profane words, and refuses to use profane words around them.

The first time I heard my dad curse, other than "damn it," I was 19. It was 3am and some sh*t had gone down at work. Somebody called, and he went downstairs. I guess he woke me up, because I was suddenly really, really thirsty. I hobbled down the stairs just in time to hear him growl "I don't farking care. HANDLE IT!" I seriously considered turning around and going back upstairs, but I was really thirsty. When he saw me, he snapped at the guy on the other line "I'll call you back!" and proceeded to apologize to me.

The first time he heard me curse, I was also 19. I was hospitalized and for meningitis and was having a lumbar puncture. I was curled up as they make you do and sobbing "fark, fark, fark, fark, fark" the entire time. (Meningitis is incredibly painful, and the LP was just more than I could take.) My dad was so distraught by how much pain I was in that he had to step into the hallway and cry.

My mother curses like a sailor. It makes my dad so upset.

steerforth: My mother is a great blasphemer, which is perfectly okay as we are a bunch of atheists. She was always a great one for "Jesus H Christ" when annoyed, and "Jesus H Farking Christ" when seriously annoyed. I grew up thinking Jesus had a middle initial and always wondered what it was.

These days, I wonder where the H came from. Anyone know?

I always thought it was for Holy.

Either that or Harold.

cyberspacedout: Substituting meaningless words for swearing is dumb. There's no point in having strong language if it's never spoken. Just use the words sparingly, unless of course you're Irish.

And don't farking swear, kids.

Are you a wizard?

zato_ichi: cyberspacedout: Substituting meaningless words for swearing is dumb. There's no point in having strong language if it's never spoken. Just use the words sparingly, unless of course you're Irish.

And don't farking swear, kids.

Are you a wizard?

See? It filtered in my post. You are a wizard, aren't you?

jingks: Amdam: steerforth:These days, I wonder where the H came from. Anyone know?

Hopping

Hiberius

Transcription of Chaim?

Also...



It's like I'm wearing nothing at all!

Bar steward!

God I wouldnt give a snap of my two fingers for all their learning why dont they go and create something I often asked him atheists or whatever they call themselves go and wash the cobbles off themselves first then they go howling for the priest and they dying and why why because theyre afraid of hell on account of their bad conscience ah yes I know them well who was the first person in the universe before there was anybody that made it all who ah that they dont know neither do I so there you are they might as well try to stop the sun from rising tomorrow the sun shines for you he said the day we were lying among the rhododendrons on Howth head in the grey tweed suit and his straw hat the day I got him to propose to me yes first I gave him the bit of seedcake out of my mouth and it was leapyear like now yes 16 years ago my God after that long kiss I near lost my breath yes he said I was a flower of the mountain yes so we are flowers all a womans body yes that was one true thing he said in his life and the sun shines for you today yes that was why I liked him because I saw he understood or felt what a woman is and I knew I could always get round him and I gave him all the pleasure I could leading him on till he asked me to say yes and I wouldnt answer first only looked out over the sea and the sky I was thinking of so many things he didnt know of Mulvey and Mr Stanhope and Hester and father and old captain Groves and the sailors playing all birds fly and I say stoop and washing up dishes they called it on the pier and the sentry in front of the governors house with the thing round his white helmet poor devil half roasted and the Spanish girls laughing in their shawls and their tall combs and the auctions in the morning the Greeks and the jews and the Arabs and the devil knows who else from all the ends of Europe and Duke street and the fowl market all clucking outside Larby Sharons and the poor donkeys slipping half asleep and the vague fellows in the cloaks asleep in the shade on the steps and the big wheels of the carts of the bulls and the old castle thousands of years old yes and those handsome Moors all in white and turbans like kings asking you to sit down in their little bit of a shop and Ronda with the old windows of the posadas 2 glancing eyes a lattice hid for her lover to kiss the iron and the wineshops half open at night and the castanets and the night we missed the boat at Algeciras the watchman going about serene with his lamp and O that awful deepdown torrent O and the sea the sea crimson sometimes like fire and the glorious sunsets and the figtrees in the Alameda gardens yes and all the queer little streets and the pink and blue and yellow houses and the rosegardens and the jessamine and geraniums and cactuses and Gibraltar as a girl where I was a Flower of the mountain yes when I put the rose in my hair like the Andalusian girls used or shall I wear a red yes and how he kissed me under the Moorish wall and I thought well as well him as another and then I asked him with my eyes to ask again yes and then he asked me would I yes to say yes my mountain flower and first I put my arms around him yes and drew him down to me so he could feel my breasts all perfume yes and his heart was going like mad and yes I said yes I will Yes.

steerforth: Whoopsie-doodle and whoopsie-daisy in two fark greenlights?

Whoopsie-poopsie-poo

Whoopsie trifecta in play!

Around children - "God Bless America!!!" I wasn't kidding anyone - they knew what I really meant...

jingks: Amdam: steerforth:These days, I wonder where the H came from. Anyone know?
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Hiberius

Win. It's what you're full of.

Actually, I rather liked "son of your mother."

/The rest? Eh.

Guess what? You're still cussing if you replace real words with the fake ones.

Fluidmachine: steerforth: My mother is a great blasphemer, which is perfectly okay as we are a bunch of atheists. She was always a great one for "Jesus H Christ" when annoyed, and "Jesus H Farking Christ" when seriously annoyed. I grew up thinking Jesus had a middle initial and always wondered what it was.

These days, I wonder where the H came from. Anyone know?

I always thought it was for Holy.

Either that or Harold.

I'm pretty sure it's Harold. It's nice to know that I'm not the only one who thinks this.

Linguistically, what I find more interesting is that infixes, while generally rare in the English language, seem to occur more often in swearing.

/Thought this was going to turn in to a Simpsons discussion.

What the shee-niou, go tsao de frell is this motherfracking, golmonging Toh-pah felgercarb? I mean shun-SHENG duh gao-WHAN, for cryin' out loud!

Coming on a Bicycle

Ulysses story, bro.