swearing

Cussing like a commoner wasn't something I was tested on. I picked that habit up outside of high school.

I didn__ bring you up to speak as if your mouth were filled with sewage.

Apparently profanity had a way of making men listen.

Eagles, buffalos and deserts vast, it__ no good living in the fucking past.

May i have pain,but I don't have regret,that for whom I left all that person my beloved betrayed me.more I have regret for that child who's mother don't love and don't care and worry about his life.and betrayed him by broke his swears

Taking up marriage is a good excuse for taking up cursing."These is my words

I'm a heart surgeon, sure, but I'm just a mechanic. I go in and I fuck around and I fix things. Shit.

Yeah, it's kind of shitty," I say. I add the shitty on purpose as a kind of a test. I__e been using it a lot lately to weed the dangerous Christians out of my life: the ones who have the power to hurt me. Throw out a shit or a damn or a what the hell, and see if you get The Look. Watch to see if the person shifts uncomfortably or looks down at her hands _ then you know: this is a Dangerous Christian. The kind who will not be able to handle the truth of your pain, the kind that requires some swearing.

Swearing is a currency the countryside spends well.

Swearing, d__ngelo entered the elevator. Fortunately, that was also still in order. When he got to the bridge, everything looked pretty ordinary _ except for the third body of the day, which was lying spread-eagled on the deck with an almost comical look of surprise on his face. Jang was dead, although d__ngelo couldn__ see the cause, but then, he was no doctor. He sighed dismally. Now he hadn__ a navigator either. Or a crew for that matter.

See!_ Dad yelled. __oys don__ stay with whores, Bianca. They leave them. And I__ not going to let you turn into a whore. Not my daughter. This is for your own good.__ looked up as he reached a hand down to grab my arm. I squeezed my eyes shut, waiting to feel his fingers clamp around my forearm.But they never did.I heard a loud thud, and Dad grunted in pain. My eyes flew open. Wesley moved away from Dad, who was massaging his jaw with a shocked look on his face. __hy you little shithead!___re you all right?_ Wesley asked, kneeling in front of me.__id you just punch my dad?_ I couldn__ help but wonder if I was delirious. Had all of this really just happened? Totally bizarre.__es,_ Wesley admitted.__ow dare you touch me!_ Dad screamed, but he was having trouble balancing enough to approach us again. __ow dare you fuck my daughter, then hit me, you son of a bitch!____ never heard my father swear like that before.__ome on,_ Wesley said, helping me to my feet. __et__ get out of here. You__e coming with me._ He wrapped an arm around me, pulling me close against his warm body, and ushered me out the open door.

...if you've never been cussed out by a Siamese, you don't know what profanity is all about!

I looked up from the ground and glared at Scarlett, who helped Steven stand up. __ou bitch._ I growled, sitting up. She looked back at me and walked over to where I was. I kept my glare on her, and just as I was about to stand up, her foot came and hit me in the face. I flung back around and my vision started to blur as my head hit the ground. I heard the squishing noise of Scarlett__ heels against the wet ground and her say her last words to me: __ee you in a while, Aiyanna. We__l do lunch._ And then they were gone, just like that. That__ when I couldn__ hold on any longer and I let the blackness consume me.

I swear by the self-assurance with which elderly men sitting in public tilt sideways to allow the gas to escape loudly.

Pardon my French if you're a religious man.''I am,' Bill said, grinning.'Then get outta my cab and go to fucking church,' the cabbie said, and they both burst out laughing.

He smelled the smells of commerce and listened to the cursing of the sailors, both of which he admired: the former, as it reeked of wealth, and the latter because it combined his two other chief preoccupations, these being theology and anatomy.

Francie had heard swearing since she had heard words. Obscenity and profanity had no meaning as such among those people. They were emotional expressions of inarticulate people with small vocabularies; they made a kind of dialect. The phrases could mean many things according to the expression and tone used in saying them. So now, when Francie heard themselves called lousy bastards, she smiled tremulously at the kind man. She knew that he was really saying, __oodbye__od bless you.

Fricking son of a popcorn pimp!