
UnbeknownstGhost Wrote:Where's my pocking wrench?!
I personally enjoy using explitives in mixed forms.
i.e. Where the frak are my gosh-damned boots? Or: Who the fiddly-**** do you think you are you tiny, unbearably insignifigant piece of doo-doo.
For several years, I worked in a portrait studio environment, so I was pretty much surrounded by kids all the time. Now, under normal circumstances, I cuss like a sailor. But obviously, around kids (and at work) I'm not gonna do that.
But frankly, habit is hard to break, and when you accidentally kneel on something hard, plastic, and sharp-edged, you naturally want to let loose with SOMETHING. Which is why my lexicon now includes such phrases as, "Crap on a stick" and "Son of a monkey".
Kids think it's hilarious; adults who swear a lot themselves tend to be understanding and find it entertaining, as well as being grateful that I didn't use harsher language in front of the kids. And a very few uptight parents still can't find anything to complain about, because nobody actually cussed.

Trouble is, habit goes both ways, and now I sometimes either drop one of those phrases when I don't need to, or I'll mix 'em. Today I used, "Sh*t on a stick".
I have no idea where the stick part came from. Only that everything is better on a stick.
