Thursday, July 29, 2004

More than once in my life I have been called a "potty-mouth". Perhaps my unrestrained use of the vernacular and my more than comfortable use of the word "fuck" has caused this reputation to come about and somewhat stick. I will add that such comments neither disturb or deter me. Just this morning I was trading quips with a friend who is dating a vegetarian. [Why he is a vegetarian is lost on me - perhaps there could be some moralising on this point - but if anyone needs a bloody good steak - it is him!] Apparently in a moment of unrestrained rage the previous evening, he accused her of having "beef breath!". Tears of laughter - is all I can say!

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