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Originally Posted by RJ
No. Why should that make a difference? I never use that sort of language in front of my mother and we've certainly been in more stressful situations than an impending storm.
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I don't know, Mr. RJ. I mean, think about the situation ... a giant, killer storm is looming. You go to Wal-Mart to procure batteries for your weather radio and your flashlight and your Mom's pacemaker. Wal-Mart is out of batteries demonstrating clearly that Wal-Mart doesn't give a flip whether your Mom lives or dies. You suddenly realize that your Mom will likely not make it through the night and that she has no life insurance and you lost your life savings due to a bad investment in a start up company specializing in swine cloning and funeral costs are at an all-time high and her will clearly states that she wishes to be interred in the really expensive copper casket with the oak handles and the off-white, silk interior and, since before they even moved here from the old country, your ancestors have an established history of returning from the dead as terrifying, disembodied ghosts and ethereal, disgusting, cytoplasmic phantasms that haunt other family members as punishment for perceived previous slights and prior discourteous acts and you know for sure that ghastly visions of a vengeful, enraged, malodorous wraith is not something you want to look forward to waking you up with hysterical, hideous shrieks and incoherent, repulsive wailings in the middle of the night for the next 40 years.
I'd say that's worth an F-word or two.
FAX