April 14, 2005
My obvious frustration leads me to the excessive use of profanity (yes, even more excessive than usual). So naturally, I found this story over at Shoes, Ships, and Sealing Wax to be quite amusing. I have one of my own as well...
While I was attending Brown University my roommate and I made our room home to just about anyone on the floor that wanted to stop by. One of the girls with a room to herself down the hall asked me to come by for a chat. *quizzical look* "Uh...ok...” so I went. She sat me down and expressed her concern over my use of profanity (as well as perhaps the image such language presented). She asked me not to swear for the remaining 2 months. I laughed out loud. I knew there was no way that was going to happen. She asked again, "2 weeks?" I wasn't laughing quite as hard now. One last try for her, "ok, 2 days." I was still laughing but I agreed...I could do 2 days without swearing. I thought.
Not 2 minutes after we left her room I managed to stub my toes really hard on the metal bed frame in my room. There went my promise of clean language...
"MutherF*cking Son of a...” It clicked in my head. "Shit" It clicked again. "Fuck!" I couldn't make it stop. "Dammit!" Every time I realized I had just cussed, another profane word expressed my frustration. I was doomed. Oh, and there were about 8 people rolling on the floor by now...
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