Oct. 7th, 2008
If you know me IRL, and not electronically, you probably know that I don't swear. It's not that I'm offended by the words or anything, but it's not something that was permitted in my house as a child and so it's not a habit I really developed. My Mom's philosophy was "Save the words like that for the moments you really need strong words and they'll mean a lot more" and my own experience is that it's true...that when I was baking cookies shortly after Cayne and I moved in together and the cat jumped onto the counter where I was dropping cookies onto trays, and I yelled out "Oh shit," Cayne came running from the other side of the house because he knew that if I was using strong language like that something was up.
So we're sitting here suffering through the debate, and I turn to the television and say, "Shut up, John McCain. I'm not your friend, asswipe."
I got shock from my husband.
I'm tempted to wish that John McCain's tongue would fall out.
So we're sitting here suffering through the debate, and I turn to the television and say, "Shut up, John McCain. I'm not your friend, asswipe."
I got shock from my husband.
I'm tempted to wish that John McCain's tongue would fall out.