Caution — strong language ahead.
I recently rewatched the Boondock Saints for the millionth time. It’s what happens when you don’t have internet.
And probably my favorite scene is when Rocco, with his six shooter, knocks on the door to assassinate the Russian Mobster, but the Saint’s already did it, with their “stupid fucking rope”
But can the word “fuck” really be used as all parts of speech?
I can attest, that in five o’clock traffic… yes. Completely yes.
Or in the kitchen.
Gordon Ramsay’s recipe for an omelette:
“Two fucking eggs, some fucking chives, one fucking knob of fucking butter, and show some fucking PASSION!”
I’m not going to lie… for a lady, I can safely say, the “F-Bomb” is my very good friend.
For the longest, though, I didn’t swear in front of my parents.
The first one, I let slip.
And then the torrent unleashed. I guess at that point my family realized I was an adult.
I had one relative, who I’m not particularly fond of, get on to me for saying the “F-Word”
For the longest time I never said “goddamn”… but I do now. Might have to do with my abdication of religion. It still bother’s S.O.