Ever sworn without intending to?

In My Humble Opinion
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Have you ever been so shocked and surprised by something that you find yourself swearing without your conscious brain apparently sending the signal to do so?
Last time I did this was at college, when my grades were being read out in the final year. I said out loud “f**king hell!”.

This is because I had crammed all my coursework into the last week or so and was genuinelly not expecting to get top marks for all of it.

2

Hell yeah!

3

WTF are you talking about?

4

I work in a restaurant and last week, during a rush, I was taking a hot glass veggie dish out of the microwave and it slipped out of my grasp and shattered on the floor. Just by reflex I said “Fuckin’ A”, real loud. Loud enough for customers to hear. Oops.

I try to watch what I say, but that F word such a big part of my vocabulary. Sometimes I let it slip around my 2 year old and then I have to do damage control for two weeks.
Last summer I saw a bunch of ants in our kitchen and I said “Fuckin’ Ants”. and the rest of the day, my boy was walking around singing “Fuckin’ ants, Fuckin’ ants”. :smack:

I try, I really do.

5

:smiley:

This reminds me of the day my 7 and 8 year old nieces learned “dick brain” (not from me).

6

In Art class when I was 12, we were in a silent room because everyone was drawing away. My friend stabbed me with a pencil and I said “Shit!” really loudly and the teacher told me off. :smiley:

7

One day I was sitting at my desk and blurted out my usual cussword “dammit sonuvabitch.” I turned around and realized that the Christian lady who probably never said anything as serious as “darn” was standing behind me. :o

8

For some reason my self-editor just turns right off and I end up cussing like a sailor–for no apparent reason–whenever I’m in a room full of kids.

I can’t simply say, “I’m thirsty,” as I would under normal circumstances.

Instead, “I’m thirsty as fuck.”

I looked right at a cherub-faced young student, who was making good-natured fun of my husband, and said, “Hey, I married his goddamn motherfucking sonofabitch shitty-shit-shit ass!”

OK, that last one wasn’t entirely true. But I did say ass. To a child.

My sister is never going to let me babysit her kids.