I cuss a lot more these days than I used to, but there's one phrase I resort to when I really *MEAN* it.  I don't think that's his real middle name, though.

I can swear like a sailor,usually when I have just done something incredibly stupid~ that happens so rarely (what a lie that is!)..seriously I curse,but learned long ago to use it only when appropriate,and when it will not offend.Around some people one must curse to be understood. Others not so much. If I have hurt myself, all bets are off. The worst one is when I "take the lords name in vain",something I learned from my devout mother. I am not sure why I feel so bad,but I always apologize for it..lol. I have tried not to say it,but when I pound that nail into my finger,or drop a brick on my foot,out it pops.

Many pastors are dropping f-bombs during their sermons these days. They say it livens things up, and the number of teens attending worship services has skyrocketed.

I swear I cuss.  I do NOT cuss or swear in public or around people who do not swear or cuss or even curse.  I seem to rise to or sink to the level of the people I'm around.

I never use the F bomb around anyone except a couple of buddies but have been known to use it with great regularity when (as Sage mentioned) I hurt my silly self.

Most common for me is the "S" word and probably the hardest to stop using since it seems to flow with such ease.   Another favorite...today at work I was grubbing in the fridge and when something slipped I broke a nail to the quick producing a spot of blood.  Two of my female co workers where there and I said a strong "damn"..then when the pain really hit I said pretty loud "damn IT."  Had I been alone I take no responsibility for what might have rolled out of my mouth but you'd have been proud of my restraint this time.

When really mad frustration hits as it sometimes does on the blog I tend to use a mildly blasphemous JHCOAC (following that would be "are you that naive, ignorant, stupid, dumb, etc") for the bloggers to read but in my head I say it word for word.  Mostly, my cursing tend to come in phrases rather than single words and I don't sprinkle my conversations with profanity.  I'm actually a firm believer in using them sparingly and for emphasis lest they lose their impact.

Sigh..what can I say....I'm a trash mouth at times.

As an add on.  Any church where the pastor drops the F bomb is a church I would never go to again.  I don't need a man of God talking to me like a gutter snipe.   Profanity is not necessary if one is articulate and to me, is a short cut to using intelligent words.  (Other than pain causing events or people cutting you off in traffic that is.)

LOL LOL Nancy!!  My favorite is the SH** word!  A former, now deceased, sister-in-law got me hung up on SH**-house-mouse!!!! or that person is about as jumpy as a fart in a hot skillet or a turpintine cat!!!  I'm with you there are only certain people I will drop the bomb around - and as you and Sage mentioned - self inflicted owies! Then I usually let lose with a very loud...SOB! or as when I fell off a step ladder and broke my arm.............GD-SOB!!

I grew up with Richard Pryor and George Carlin as my hero's. So my language as a youngster was very colorful.About the time when I changed from a youngster to a young adult. Just after my first daughter was born. I remember asking myself. You know how to describe how pretty the girls in playboy are. You know how to describe how pretty the girl at the bar is. But have you forgotten how to describe how pretty your baby daughter is.

I had to answer yes.  

From then on I have worked hard to eliminate the four letter words from my vocabulary. And soon after using any of those words for any reason. I am extremely upset about it. 

But it does happen. I do have teenagers.  

An interesting little story. . 

I had made my second group of children buy their music from WalMart, because I knew it was the radio versions. But CD burning allowed some of that tripe to find it's way into my house. 

One day I brought back the foul language into my every day talk. You should have seen their eyes. I said you listen to music with that type of language. You force me to listen to that type of language. You worship these fools, not for their inventiveness. But because you think they have messed with the man. They have revolted and you think that language sets you free. I want to be free also. Respect my right to swear, just as you respect those others.

I told them the little story about not being able to describe how pretty their big sister was. 

It only took a few moments for them to get my point. 

They are kids. I know they still listen to the music. They have on occasion slipped the wrong CD into the car CD player.  

But it quickly comes out.  

Well maybe it wasn't all that interesting.

Proper swearing is an art...and best left to those who have perfected it.

Moi.

Yea,

I suppose you have perfected the break dancing thing also.

How did you know?

bet she can dance circles around you little red car tkozy

of course a monkey molesting a football would be less tedious than your dancing!

Justin,

Don't let me bother you. Get yourself a new hobby. Go outside and play.

What are you afraid off. Are you confused? Are you stressed. Are you incompetent?

I have told you, you must have patience, patience, patience.

Someone check Justin's diaper regularly. I wouldn't want him to get a rash.

Ta Ta. Gotta go..

Nothing sounds more lame than a non-swearer trying to sound cool by swearing.  It does take time or lots of practice to make it work.  When I worked for the County and on duty, I'm pretty sure every third or fourth was a bad word.  One friend of mine [works at Wasco Nancy] had a nickname of "What the F*&k".  That was his greeting whenever he met another FF.  I have almost given cussing up,  unless discussing Democrats.

When I delivered milk the other "men" thought they could make me uncomfortable(and quit ) by cussing up a blue storm...I just kept working because truth be told their "cuss words" were pretty lame. I always wanted to show 'em how it was done,but why stoop to their level.

anglo~I have also cut way back,around young ears a lot lately,except when discussing republicans(LOL!~ you knew that was coming ,didn't you?)

of course a monkey molesting a football would be less tedious than your dancing!

His dancing? You haven't heard me sing! And you shouldn't. Law enforcement agencies all over the state call me to break up riots. In 1992 I was living in Oregon, or the Rodney King riots wouldn't have lasted very long, not when I cranked up the volume and screamed "Younger than springtime am I, ugly as a rhino are you..." (that's from "South Pacific")

Here's the guy who dyed his dog blue. As you can see, there isn't enough dye in the entire tri-state area to dye him blue, so he had to settle for dyeing Fido, who doesn't look too happy.