My mother doesn’t swear.
She’ll tell you that if you ask her.
Ask my nephew, when he was 6 years old though and he’d declare that “My gramma, smokes, drinks and swears a lot”.
At least that’s what he told his Kindergarden teacher some 30 years or so ago.
Of course my mother was mortified. He didn’t even mention her sassy fashion sense.
So I get my love of clothing, my migraines and my colourful language from my mother.
Unless you ask her. In which case she’ll say she doesn’t know what the hell I’m talking about.
Of my two sisters, one swears and one does not. As in, I have never heard her swear a word in my entire life. Ever. Not once. Not even in secret I bet. She also doesn’t drink, smoke or lie. She’s no fun at all.
My OTHER sister? She’s lots of fun.
Just kidding. (but only if she’s reading this)
So tell me my little assheads. Do you swear? And before you answer no, think of the second thing that would pop out of your mouth if you were to smash your shin on a glass table. (I’m assuming the first thing would be Ow.)