Trying Not To Curse? Trust Me, It Ain't Easy...

On my way to a modicum of public notoriety I have noticed some folks following me on the various social media outlets, podcasts and such who aren't exactly f-bombing ever other sentence, which has inspired me to tone down the colorful metaphors I've been known to use in the past.

But it's not easy. Hell, computing the trigonometric parralax to the star Proxima Centauri would be easier...

Trying not to curse. For somebody like me, that's like trying to do long division while translating Greek into Chinese. I remember watching a COPS episode where this lady kept saying Dad Gum. Yes, Dad Gum them all to H E double Q and back, and pack some fudge while you're at it! Horse hockey! Bullpuckey! Shut the Front Door! Holy schnikes! Son of a motherless goat! Mother Pussbucket! Holy shitake mushrooms! Son of a rump puncher! Fahrvergnügen! What the fun! Gordon Bennett! Sweet blue blazes! Holy Shatner! Rigga, ragga, fragga! Frak-a-lackin'! Last, but not least, Giggity!