Not sure if I shared my misfortune with everyone here, but last month I kind of trashed my thumbnail when the bar I was using to stretch a spring for my attic ladder into place slipped and the spring came at me...
What followed was a chourus of salty language that had been edited for, well to eliminate the excessive saltiness as it were...
Well the garage / shop door was open, so as I was heading to the first aid kit and then out to the hose, the neighbor poked their head in and asked...
"What exactly is a son of a Beagle?"
I never realized I filtered my lanugage like that, or that it sounded that funny.
Now we've all heard the fast and loose use of coarse language, but I realized something in that monent.
Creative euphamism actually seems to have a greater impact than just streams of obscenity when applied carefully.
Well, after all, my Dad was a sailor, and my mom was a Sunday School teacher, so what would I expect?
What followed was a chourus of salty language that had been edited for, well to eliminate the excessive saltiness as it were...
Well the garage / shop door was open, so as I was heading to the first aid kit and then out to the hose, the neighbor poked their head in and asked...
"What exactly is a son of a Beagle?"
I never realized I filtered my lanugage like that, or that it sounded that funny.
Now we've all heard the fast and loose use of coarse language, but I realized something in that monent.
Creative euphamism actually seems to have a greater impact than just streams of obscenity when applied carefully.
Well, after all, my Dad was a sailor, and my mom was a Sunday School teacher, so what would I expect?
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