grecotch wrote:Like a sailor. I forget that some words are considered profanity I'm ngl.
I almost cried at how true this is for me. I tell people I'm a "son of a son of a sailor" because dad/grandpa were both sailors.
It's been pure chaos because I swear incessantly and I have "swear zones" and "unswear zones".
I work with kids. I've been very fond of the following:
Son of a Banshee
Oh, Shift!
What the Fripp!
and it always gets me an eyebrow raise from my boss but to be fair you'd say something too if a cheeky bugger of a pony decided to chomp on yer butt for valentine's day. (I love him. But I also love him more when he's not tasting people.)