I can't believe it. I can't believe it. Football. Bloody hell.
By Tink's diaphram...!
I'm going to f---ing kill Google.
The F-bomb. It's everywhere. You hear it all the time. And I honestly don't understand what the appeal is over the word.
What I think is that the F-word is basically just a convenient nasty-sounding word that we tend to use when we would really like to come up with a terrific-ally witty insult, the kind Winston Churchill always came up with when enormous women asked him stupid questions at parties.
I simply say 'God damn them all,' and then I sleep like a baby.
We're gonna have fun, god***it!
"You can eff off, too," I say, except I don't say eff, I say what 'eff' stands for.
Succotash my cocker spaniel, you fudging crevasse-hole dipshiitake!
In New York, f*** isn't even a word. It's a comma.
God bless... God damn.
Oops, I thought. Oops is an all-purpose word standing for every bit of profanity, blasphemy, and pornographic and scatological execration I could think of.
