When in Ireland and in a pub. Parents brought their kids. And I never heard the F Bomb so many times. I also heard feck a lot . thanks for the laughter. Menerva
In the car driving my 9 year old son home from school - he asked, “Mom, what’s the F word?” I answered, “what do you think it is?” He answered sheepishly in almost a whisper, “ is it ………fart?” 🤣
I read this comments to my wife, and she replied, "Yaaaaassssss!" This is the goal she and I have been talking about for this little writing project, to provide relief and cover from the flames of the political dumpster fire. Tell your friends. ;)
My first job was working in my Uncle Tom’s garage/gas station. It was a master class in profanity and how to use it. One day, I showed up to work wearing a psychedelically colored, floppy, hippie hat (it was the 70s). Uncle Tom goes, “Nice hat.” I said, “Thanks.” He said, “You oughta have two of those hats.” I said, “Oh yeah?” I was quite surprised he liked my hat enough to compliment it. Then he says, “Yeah, if you had two, you’d have one to shit on and one to cover it up with.” Now, I do not know if my Uncle Tom invented that phrase. Perhaps it has been used all over the world for centuries. However, I do know the line was delivered so smoothly and naturally, as if it was the most normal thing to say. Which, to me, is the best fucking way to use profanity.
It’s kind of funny that I wore that hat so often as a young lad, I pretty much wore it out. The sweatband had disintegrated, the colors faded, and it had a hole in it. So I stopped wearing it in my 20s. But, I never wanted to throw it away. It hung for decades on the back of a chair, or on a peg in the wall, or a hat tree I made out of a piece of cholla. It always had a place. Sometime during the Obama years, we had a hat day where I worked, so I pressed it into service one last time. Then I hung it back up on the hat tree for a few more years. Until last year. After hanging on to it for my entire adult life, during a spring cleaning jag it unceremoniously got tossed in the trash. I guess my thinking was that I had enough of reminders of my misspent youth.
Not as precious as your daughter’s first curse word, but my 10-year-old daughter did remark, upon climbing into the car for a trip to buy a Christmas tree, “Time to get the fuckin’ tree.”
I love it. Swear words, properly placed, are an essential component of our language. As I've aged, I've learned to use them more sparingly but more effectively. When there are children around, it's "duck you".
When in Ireland and in a pub. Parents brought their kids. And I never heard the F Bomb so many times. I also heard feck a lot . thanks for the laughter. Menerva
The Irish know how to live. Related, if you haven't watched Derry Girls on Netflix, you're missing out. The perfect blend of heart and humor.
I’ll add one-
In the car driving my 9 year old son home from school - he asked, “Mom, what’s the F word?” I answered, “what do you think it is?” He answered sheepishly in almost a whisper, “ is it ………fart?” 🤣
The sheepish whisper is hilarious, as if saying that word might...trigger something... :)
Just started reading your posts and love them. They are a nice break from the political frenzy we’re experiencing! Thank you!😊
I read this comments to my wife, and she replied, "Yaaaaassssss!" This is the goal she and I have been talking about for this little writing project, to provide relief and cover from the flames of the political dumpster fire. Tell your friends. ;)
Loved the post. Girdie the crazy dog could fill a book by herself.
Damn straight.
Well, since you asked us to share . . .
My first job was working in my Uncle Tom’s garage/gas station. It was a master class in profanity and how to use it. One day, I showed up to work wearing a psychedelically colored, floppy, hippie hat (it was the 70s). Uncle Tom goes, “Nice hat.” I said, “Thanks.” He said, “You oughta have two of those hats.” I said, “Oh yeah?” I was quite surprised he liked my hat enough to compliment it. Then he says, “Yeah, if you had two, you’d have one to shit on and one to cover it up with.” Now, I do not know if my Uncle Tom invented that phrase. Perhaps it has been used all over the world for centuries. However, I do know the line was delivered so smoothly and naturally, as if it was the most normal thing to say. Which, to me, is the best fucking way to use profanity.
I'll definitely be working that into my rotation. Any chance you still have that hat?
It’s kind of funny that I wore that hat so often as a young lad, I pretty much wore it out. The sweatband had disintegrated, the colors faded, and it had a hole in it. So I stopped wearing it in my 20s. But, I never wanted to throw it away. It hung for decades on the back of a chair, or on a peg in the wall, or a hat tree I made out of a piece of cholla. It always had a place. Sometime during the Obama years, we had a hat day where I worked, so I pressed it into service one last time. Then I hung it back up on the hat tree for a few more years. Until last year. After hanging on to it for my entire adult life, during a spring cleaning jag it unceremoniously got tossed in the trash. I guess my thinking was that I had enough of reminders of my misspent youth.
Not as precious as your daughter’s first curse word, but my 10-year-old daughter did remark, upon climbing into the car for a trip to buy a Christmas tree, “Time to get the fuckin’ tree.”
That's a young lady who knows something about festive inevitability and how to punctuate it with just the right word. ;)
I love it. Swear words, properly placed, are an essential component of our language. As I've aged, I've learned to use them more sparingly but more effectively. When there are children around, it's "duck you".
You're a kind man to censor yourself for those mother duckers.
You are funny.
Scrumptious toddler.
Let’s barter. Hubby will fix your computer problems for a dozen fresh eggs. 🍳
Deal! ;)
!@#$%^& and $%^&*. Also, !#%&(. Whew! In other words, thanks for another funny and entertaining deep dive into the murky waters of your psyche.