I am not given to foul language. My parents raised me in a strictly non-swearing household. My dad once told me off when I came home from work one day, flopped onto the sofa, and declared that I was knackered. Yep, even that was considered a swear word!
Nowadays, I have to swear sometimes. It just sort of evolved, you know? And today I learned a fabulous new insult: “toxic tickledicks” – don’t you just love it? Ha ha ha ha! My thanks for this titbit goes to Chuck Wendig, and his recent blog post entitled, “Scream It Until Their Ears Bleed: Pay The Fucking Writers”
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I remember saying ‘crap’ once when younger and my grandparents being horrified!
Ha ha, yes it would be about the same with my paternal grandparents. My maternal grandparents, not so much, however. My Grandad is very short tempered and says bloody a lot! 😉