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When i was 9 i didnt know what a blow job was. We were doing this science experiment in school (cant remember what it was now, but something to do with balloons) and our teacher had let us come up with our own titles for it. In discussion, a lad at my table suggested i call it " A Blow-Job" - well i thought this was fantastic and proudly wrote it down and went to show it to the teacher thinking she'd really praise me. Instead she laughed at me and told my mother!
When I was little, a lot of my books were British, but some were American (and some were in French, but that's another story). So Mom had had to explain to me that there were some words in English that were different from words in American, like "boot" was a thing that went on your feet in America, but it was the space in the back of the car in England. (This after I asked where the boots for the car were.)
A little while later we went skiing, and I was put in ski kindergarten. Apparently the instructor swore in front of me. Dad came home soaking wet from a rainstorm one day, and I said "I wish this fucking rain would stop".
After a little investigation by my Mom, I revealed that I'd learned "that word" from Trevor, the ski instructor. Mom cleverly explained that since Trevor was Scottish, he used some different words, and if I used those words, nobody would understand me! So I forgot all about them. Good thing I didn't think I could speak Scottish!
When my mother was little, her mother had a bunch of friends who swore a lot. As a result, she swore all of the time. Me being her daughter, she didnt want me repeating all of the words she said; so she made up a word; Hungy Gungee. I thought this word was an actual swear until i screamed it at the teacher in school one day, and she asked why i kept yelling that. I must have been like 10.
When I was around five, me and my brother would have constant competitions on name-calling. The all-famous term was "You doo-doo bird"... Until, that is, my brother mistaken it as "You dildo!" -_-'
I thought, that a word "whore" was just another word for "woman" and my mom was furious when i called her that.
a little while ago my brother used to think shutup was a swear word. Every time I said it he would tell. One day I said it and he told and said this : "Mom, Rachael said the S word. But don't worry, it wasn't shit!"
I used to believe that bad words would kill my mom. I was so scared that I never said them until one day my brother had to take me with him to one of his 'debate club meetings'. I heard him say one and screamed, and yelled, 'you killed mommy!'
When I was in Kindergarten I had come home one day yelling,"mommy mommy Sapir(my friend) said the f word. My mom said,"what did she say" and I said,"Sapir said stupid".
My boyfriend's great aunt told me a story about when he was a little boy. He was raised Catholic, and one day he went to Mass. When he got back, somebody asked him how he liked church, and he said that it was okay except for the fact that they made him cuss. Mystified, he was asked what he meant, and he replied, "They kept making me say, "Hell, Mary!" (Hail Mary)
When I was about 6 I was in the back garden and my Mum tripped over, I laughed and said 'Your such a twat', my mum belted
me for that and I didn't understand why at the time.
I thought Twit and Twat meant the same thing.
when i was younger i never used to swear at all, at school when playing football etc becuase i thought that i mite have been tagged with sum mirophone or something and my parnets would be listening, i still dont swear near my parents
I used to think a "potty mouth" meant someone who ate doodoo.
I used to believe that if you said a swear word, God would send a bolt of thunder and strike you dead right where you stood. One day when I was feeling quite reckless and perhaps stupid, I stood in the middle of my bedroom and said the "F" word out loud. And, lo and behold, I'm still here.
i used to think that by saying "shut up" in school the principal would call the cops and then have you arrested. apparently one day there was a gas leak in my neighborhood and i said shut up in school earlier that day so when the cops came to evacuate us i thought he was coming after me.
In Kindergarten, my teacher said she was "tired of all this tattle tale crap" and my jaw dropped because I thought crap was as bad as saying any swear word... I told my parents and they laughed.
When I was just learning to read, I used to see the signs that read 'Menswear', 'Womenswear' and 'Childrenswear' in department stores and would refuse to go into these areas as I was always taught that swearing was wrong.
I only had my mistake pointed out to me after my dad returned one day to find me stearnly telling a shop assistant that they shouldn't be teaching children to swear.
It never put me off shopping though.
when i was in about 5th grade or so i started hearing all new words...bastard, whore, hoe, slut etc. i had no idea what these words meant, but i was very sure that bastard meant 'funny'. so one day at my friends house we were eatting dinner with her family and somebody said something rather funny, so i said 'oh, you're such a bastard!' wow, i'll never forget that!
My cousin used to think that "body" was a swear word.
When I was younger I was told by my parents that "foxy" was a bad word. Years later I went to the school library and was shocked to find the book "Foxy" on the shelf. I was so afraid to check it out of the library because I was sure that the librarian would contact my parents to tell them that I had checked it out so I sat there and read it at the library. After finishing the book (it was about a little fox and her adventures) I honestly thought that my parents were crazy to think that foxy was a worse word than shit, cock or fu*k.
when i was in kindergarten i came home and reported to my mother that a classmate of mine had used the "f-word" today. my mother was horrified, but tried to hide it from me as she asked what word that was. i shielded my face from my younger brother and mouthed "f-a-r-t". she agreed that that was very naughty
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