People need a passport to come down here.

Too much British film and television?

I will be honest. I’m a potty mouth. I cuss (curse, swear, whatever) all the time. Recently my term of choice has been “mother fucker.”

For example:

I bang my knee on the coffee table. “Mother fucker!”
Someone cuts me off in traffic. “Mother fucker!”
I wake up in the morning, too exhausted to get out of bed. Sigh and a whispered, “mother fucker.”

Recently I have upped my intake of British film and television. Today I left work, annoyed and possibly catching a cold, and went to the market. After shopping I was even more tired. I put the bags in the car and sank into the driver’s seat. Normally I would have mumbled, “mother fucker.” Today…”bloody hell.”