Ohhh, mother . . . McCREE!
Fudge!
Shoot!
Jeezum Crow!
Well, GOD . . . BLESS AMERICA!
Dag nabbit. I’m as confused as all get out.
Hoover!
Shiitake! H-E-doubletoothpicks! Criminey sakes!
Cripes!
Fuddrucker’s! Son of a biscuit!
Crop dusting monkey humpers!
Darn you to heck!
Funny you’re mentioning a sea serpent in a board devoted to Cecil.
Gee whiz!
Jeepers! Jimney Cricket!
(I have always heard “Son of a Sea Cook!”)
well cheese louise and quiche lorraine!
Gads
Holy Mackrel
Yeah, I remember my first joint.
Holy Neptune’s Barnacled Butt!
Fuck you.
Cheese and crackers!
Futher mucker!
Golly!
Bad Word!!! I actually yelled that while on the table during the caesarian delivery of my younger child when, well, the epidural didn’t work as well as it should have…
Yuck Fu! It’s the art of self-defense using processed pork products, aka Spam Fu
Well for crying out loud you fellows have some course language. Jeez um Pete.
Aah, phooey. Why don’t you all just go defenestrate yourselves?