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Current Stompy Feet: ita, Jon B, DXMachina, P.M. Marcontell, Liese S., amych
Put me down as a buggerer. And a shitter. And a fucker.
erm.. so to speak.
Under great pressure nothing beats the eloquence of a nice long string of fuckity fucking fucks.
Also, awfully fond of "sodding" in front of anything that does not please me.
Oh, look! It's just like Sartre.
Will no one speak up for the silly and harmless -- and thus more startling -- "Oh my sainted Aunt Marie!" or "For the love of Mike!"?
Am I the only one, she asks tremulously??
Sometimes, a well-placed "Jesus wept" can be very effective. Okay, maybe it only works when you can hear the "I'm about to beat your brains in" tone.
I cuss quite a bit. It's just considered polite here in Texas. Apologies to anyone I've offended with a stray epithet. It's just my way of trying to talk around the bullshit.
Am I the only one, she asks tremulously??
Oh, for crying out loud. No, for Pete's sake...
I've been known to burst out with an extremely unladylike "oh for the love of little green apples!" every now and then.
Deeply embarrassing confession #1:
I occasionally use the epithet "Szplitz on Szplug!" when I am frustrated at myself. This epithet was coined (In French, mimicking fake-Czech) in a Tintin graphic novel involving the Iron Curtain, intrigue, and that irritating blonde opera singer whose name I forget.
Deeply embarrassing confession #2:
When I feel the need to express my opinions of other people's driving and/or ambulatory habits, I have fallen back on "dumb bunny!" with increasing regularity.
I think the guys in white coats are on their way here right now.
It's very handy to have British curses handy, because most local folk think I'm being all quaint and PBS-ly. Then actual Brits wander past and hear me and I have to apologize to their poor shocked selves.
I always wonder what visiting Brits think as they drive around and see all the gardening stores proudly declaring "SOD!" on their signs.
"oh lord love a duck" for disgust
I've been known to burst out with an extremely unladylike "oh for the love of little green apples!" every now and then.
God didn't make little green apples
And it don't rain in Indianapolis...