Lesson from the master? When I was in first grade they called my mom at work because I dropped paint on my clothes and yelled "Fuck!" haha My mom told me that I wasn't allowed to say those bad words and told me to slap her hand anytime she said them. My dad was just starting to be a part of my life again and I slapped him when he first visited me because he said a bad word. haha He looked at my mom like she told me to hit him just to hit him. I'm bad about cussing in front of my parents now. I never did growing up because I knew it was the fastest way to get slapped.
My mum's partner doesn't curse at all. Never. The closest I ever heard him get was, "Fff...fff... football". Every time he wants to curse he says that. He's so used to it, that it now carries the same stress relieving properties as FUCK! does for most people.
ahhaha, when i was in high school my family got onto this kick to stop swearign so much. had a swear jar n everything, had to put a quarter in it every time you swore. so anyway, one of our (farm) cats had kittens and we didnt find them for a while so they werent really socialized properly, were quite feral. my mom and her friend went out to go visit them and one ended up in her hair, claws digging into her scalp and all. what does she say? "oh fudge, oh fudgesickles, oh fudge!" now we swear like normal people, but still... amuses me
My dad never said fuck around me unless he was telling me not to say it or something until I graduated high school. Now everytime he starts ranting fuck is thrown in there somewhere. I feel like we've made a huge father-daughter breakthrough.
Ummm....No. Stupid elder siblings.... Anyway, my dad would never say something like that to me. I take no shit from him :H