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I try not to cuss.....but I'm pretty bad at not cussing some days.
A while back there was an incident on our farm. I was trimming the hooves on a pony and it bit my arm hard enough to draw blood. I guess my response was not family appropriate as I caught 6 big blue eyes about as big as they are capable of getting a few feet away in the truck window.
Brideowanian got out, came around and said "do you know what you just said".
the truth was, I had no idea what had happened the previous 30 seconds let alone the words. Aparently F-bomb-ass was part of it because one of the kids had asked her what that meant as she got out.
So....apparently in fits of pain induced rage, I make up new combinations of swear words.
I know a guy that is a very formal cusser and it always makes me laugh "That guy is a real Son of The bitch"
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