The Expletive Detox

Here I am, having spent two days amidst the largest part of my fiancée’s family, which includes a gaggle of rambunctious impressionable boys, obviously I needed to be on my best behavior. What I initially thought would be an issue, surprisingly was no problem at all; the issue of course being that in working graveyard, usually every other word is an expletive of one form or another, so my potty mouth potentiality is quite high.

I have been surprised how easily I fell into “role model” mode, talking with the kids like smaller people, but making sure to maneuver around the easiest words in my vocabulary (i.e. God, damn, shit, fuck, et cetera, et cetera), utilizing the thesaurus in my brain that rarily gets used anymore in everyday speech.

It has been an interesting excercise in restraint, though I don’t believe those folk that tell you that swearing like a sailor makes you sound ignorant, it was nice to prove to myself that I’m not, you know, just to be sure.

That being said, here is a link to what I will be listening to at full volume once we aren’t around any kids, some good ol’ “Fuck Shit Stack” by Reggie Watts.

Reggie Watts – Fuck Shit Stack


4 thoughts on “The Expletive Detox

  1. I completely understand this. I too cuss like a sailor. But, when my kids are around and more so their friends, I go into a different mode and those words just flee my brain. It’s amazing. I think I learned the trick when I was a teenager. I spoke one way around my friends then went into perfect daughter mode when I walked through the door.
    Did you do the same when you were a kid/teen?

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