Andi, that totally kind of happened to us, except it was at the Tandoor and it was my brother. And the restaurant was only a few miles from our house, which is where we realized we'd forgotten him when he went to the restroom. In our defense, we had about a dozen some-odd people with us.

That is hysterical. I would have freaked if I were your mother. Also, we're twinsies in this:

I have a distinct memory of the first time I ever heard the word "fuck". It was my dad who had said it.

He was also driving and someone pulled some shit and he said it. I knew it was bad cause he looked at me like, "Oh damn."

MY mom scolds me mildly when I cuss, especially if "fuck" slips out, but sometimes she gets so irritated (and my mom is a lady) on the road that she'll pop out with a "You..you little fucker!" and it's so CUTE.

LOL. We taught my Mom to swear and its cute when she does it too.

She literally never heard the word fuck until she was in college (though she had seen it in graffitti).

Listening to "Back in the USSR" on the radio, and aware of some movie that features it sung in Russian, I am suddenly struck by a desire to hear it sung in Klingon.

Well, that little mini melt-down I just had was not all that fun.

Oh dear, vw.

It only lasted a little over an hour. That's better than I usually do. This school, work, life thing is a little rough.

Now I'm curious to know how you edit "Shut your fucking face, unclefucker".

"It's quiet time now, Billy."

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