Beware: I curse. A college classmate once said of my language that when I go into the bar, the sailors leave. My language is so blue gangs of Oompa Loompa’s have tried to roll me down to the juicing room before I explode. I note this because a reader emailed me to say she wouldContinue reading “Joy of profanity: A lot of words about old, dirty words”
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