Ha!
A friend / co-worker and I were at his Dad's house, helping clean up a downed tree, after a hurricane. Mark's Dad was head of the English Dept at the local College.
Cutting a large limb, it snapped off and crashed down on Mark's foot. "F***!" echoed through the neighborhood.
Mark's Dad, "Son, language is sign of intelligence. That sort of language shows a weak, uneducated mind."
Mark laughed, "no, I'm sorry, Dad, but sometimes F*** is the ONLY acceptable response."
A friend / co-worker and I were at his Dad's house, helping clean up a downed tree, after a hurricane. Mark's Dad was head of the English Dept at the local College.
Cutting a large limb, it snapped off and crashed down on Mark's foot. "F***!" echoed through the neighborhood.
Mark's Dad, "Son, language is sign of intelligence. That sort of language shows a weak, uneducated mind."
Mark laughed, "no, I'm sorry, Dad, but sometimes F*** is the ONLY acceptable response."
Never been what I’d call a big cusser myself but I have been doing it more and more over the years. For me it is a habit I slip into from time to time and I am at a point once again where I’m making a consorted effort to clean it up. I’ve found the more frustrated I get in a given situation the more the naughty words flow. 
What I really don’t appreciate is when I’m with my wife and/or grandchildren and someone is dropping the F Bombs left and right without a second thought. I understand there are certain venues where it’s to be expected but NOT at a restaurant when you’re sitting at the booth next to me and I’m with my family. I find it disrespectful and inconsiderate.
