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The Art of Using Curse Words

I know to some people, it may seem I use quite a bit of foul language on my blog, but to those who know me.........I keep it pretty damn clean. I am not sure why that is. I guess I worry that people might think I cuss and not like me. Well, to them I say Fuck you you Fucking Fucks!!!! You know there is a true art form to using curse words and using them well. My mother was the master. There are still some combinations that I have never heard anyone use sense my Mom. In honor of my mother, I would like to know what your favorite combination is. For those of you who don't drink, don't smoke....what do you do? (I totally stole that!!!!) You have to at least cuss. I know you homeschoolers are probably closet cussers. As are you church goers. Me? I have kicked the fucking cussing door open. Have a fucking great ass day you oozing dick sore. Okay, that may have been a bit harsh.

For those of you just passing through, I wanted to add that this post was meant in complete and utter jest.

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