I referred to a man as a cunt in front of Sprog and he boggled. He then questioned me because, “I thought that girls don’t like that word?” I went into an explanation of the long labored words that refer to women’s ladybits and how women hate them, how each woman is different and it’s not universal and how usually the ONLY universal thing is that THEY don’t like being called derogatory terms PERIOD. This conversation spring-boarded into an even longer one where Sprog brought up my very colorful language and how I have a extensive vocabulary which made me snort. I snorted even louder when he used FUBAR as his base of reference for that statement.

Ah the misjudgments of youth. FUBAR can be learned just by watching Tango and Cash! That is hardly what I would call extensive in the cussing vernacular. I have MUCH worse. I mean really! There is a whole world of juicy, descriptive words out there, why would I settle on FUBAR? And why would I have him remember me for it? UGH. Twatwaffle, Fucknugget or direct from Zombieland: Spitfuck, are all much better options and not even gracing the barrel.

Of course there is one that I oft not tread and that is GD. I think that word has only left my lips twice in my life and yesterday was one of them. I was SO PISSED at Sprog yesterday. *sigh* I totally lost my cool. It was not pretty and I apologized immediately for yelling but man, When you get in an argument at 6 am about not wearing dirty clothes to school and you think it’s resolved, ie he is holding something else in his hands and says okay in his snottiest teenage voice ever and then you pick him up from tutoring and he is still wearing the dirty shirt that was supposed to be changed? Your brain doesn’t have time to slap the breaks on the anger train…it just steam rolls right on ahead.

Lots of deep breathing and several moments of silent driving later I was able to explain more rationally why his actions were/are not acceptable and asked him for his phone. I sent his girlfriend a text to let her know that he was grounded from his phone for the night and that he wasn’t avail to talk.

I don’t know why GD is this cussing line for me, I am not religious in that way. I do not consider it blasphemy…it’s just usually a place I never go. Odd.

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5 Responses to “the cussing line”

Swistle Says:

OMG the shirt thing. My oldest two are starting to pull that kind of thing, and I am tryyyyyyyying (faillllllllling) not to flip when they do.

Kristie Says:

Fuck is my word. I feel dirty saying it for some reason. It rarely leaves my lips.

slynnro Says:

I might be singlehandedly responsible for bringing the C word back at my workplace.

blondie Says:

now that Evan’s in school and i drive around alone once in a while i’ve started yelling at stupid people again - really feels good to let loose a string of profanity for no reason.

TUWABVB Says:

I have no idea what fubar means. I’m off to consult the Google-swear-dictionary now.

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