Oh, there is definitely a gender divide. Men swear more when they’re among other men.
Woman also swear, but usually that’s a social class divide.
Similar to this, but in my case, it’s more just creating new phrases, often mixing “levels” of obscenity or portmanteauing them in humorous, unexpected ways. Examples are “assbitch”, “fuckballsshitface” (fun with swear filters!), and cockwobbler. I usually swear in an exclamatory fashion, so I rarely, if ever, [del]get to[/del] go off on someone like in the above example.
Dear god, I thought this had to be a sarcastic thread or something. Shouldn’t the real question be “who HASN’T sworn”? Because I’d find that to be MUCH more amazing than someone who has. Me, I swear a storm. ‘Fuckin Hell!’ and ‘Goddamn Piece of SHIT’ are my favorites, though I do use ‘Jeezus Christ’ with regularity. But whether or not that’s considered a ‘swear’ is up for debate. Unfortunately, while I swear often, I also have a very attentive three year old daughter who has repeated me more than once. So, if I’m being good, I use ‘dangit’ around her, which she has happily picked up and has been experimenting with the proper uses of.
I can’t count that high.
Golly gee whillikers, no, I don’t swear never, no place, no time. Ma would fuckin’ kill me.
I swear and like to use swear words in my passwords to make them harder to crack but easy to remember. Pick an animal, pick a swear word, combine with some punctuation and you’ve got a word that will pass most password policies for complexity. Previous passwords have been WhaleC0ck., Li0nCunt. and FuckT0ad.
Platypussy.
I have been known to joke that I speak three languages, two of which are “English” and “English without swearing”, the latter I save for communicating with my parents.
Milles tonneres! Twenty three years in the Navy, I should hope to shit in your Wheaties that I curse.
Well, I teach impressionable youth, so I try to curb the inappropriate language for most of my day. And the two-year-old grandson picks up words like a sponge, so lately I’ve been reduced to muttering under my breath viciously.
This thread reminds of this beautiful post.
I am first and foremost a wordsmith. I will use the most appropriate word for what I want to say.
Hell, yes.
Oh man. I sooo want to print that in colour and put it up in my office.
Ha ha!
I’m very much into creative blasphemy. Jesus Christ gets lots of colorful middle names from me, some of which are swear words in their own right and some not.
I am, however, mindful of the company. Usually.
You’ll note that Element 6 is Balls. As in buckyballs, maybe? And mine do happen to be composed of carbon.
Awesome chart. Just think of the possible chemical swearing compounds! I think Fuck has the most grammatical allotropes though.
Don’t forget “smeg.”
Ass taxi, shit rooster, cock lamp…
That still makes me smile. 
Interesting. I mainly only swear for comedic effect, a habit I picked up in high school which contributed greatly to the job security of the Dean of Student Discipline. My mother commented once when I badly stubbed my toe not long after one of the many letters she received from the school about my ‘disruptive behavior’, as I hopped around saying, “Ow! That really hurt,” that “You know, this is the sort of time that it’s OK to curse.”
I try to keep my cursing down to a minimum or under my breath.
However, I am the world’s biggest sissy when it comes to pain, and to combat it, I swear like a sailor.
After my car accident, I had to have a CAT scan done with contrast dye. I threatened that poor tech with things that are protected by the Geneva Convention. I told him I was going to remove a certain appendage that men have and shove it down his throat and a few other nice things…I referred to his supposed Oedipal tendencies, called him a SOB…you name it…poor guy…he was all of about 22 and I was 20 at the time.
The next time I had to go for x-rays in the hospital, it was about 4 days later. I was wheeled down, and as soon as tech guy saw me, he grabbed one of those big plates and held it in front of his most delicate region.
I felt so bad. I apologized to him, told him that I had been in pain and scared (I had life threatening injuries) and told him that I was sorry about what I said about his mom and that I bet she was a really nice person…