[notfarnow]

When I was growing up, one of the highlights of any project was watching dad curse and swear when things when wrong. He never built up pressure and blew up, it was just a steady stream of artful coumpound curses.

J***S F***G S**T F***ER ARSE G***AMN THING!!!

We'd just crack up, which drove him nuts. Anyway, it generally wasn't in anger so it wasn't intimidating or scary. If we ever swore, we were harshly reprimanded... "do as I say, not as I do".

Now I am a swearer too, pretty much in the same style. It's funny when dad and I work on something together... the two of us cursing and swearing but actually in a fine mood. Quality father & son time, working away and cursing a blue streak... a Hallmark Moment

It took some adjusting for my wife, because in her home swearing was always in anger, whereas I just use it as a low-level pressure release. She's cool with it now, and is a pretty adept swearer too.

I turn it off in public, around kids, and around my neighbor who is pretty clean living. I was pretty embarassed last summer when he walked into my driveway just as I backed my trailer right into the garage door... J***S F***ING C**T CH**T!!! He was completely stunned, but laughed about it when I told him why my glasses were in the dishwasher.