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when i was little, i used to think that when u swore, you would die. everytime i heard my mom swear from then on, i would hurriedly ask her if she needed CPR.
i found out the truth when i was about 10.. or 11.
When my younger brother was about three years old or so, my grandparents found a rabbit and kept it in their backyard. My grandpa hated that rabbit. He never called it anything besides "son of a bitch." (Which is a bit odd, I think, considering that female dogs are bitches, not female rabbits.) So when, one day, that rabbit ran away, my grandpa proved what an influence he had on my younger brother. My little 3-year-old brother wandered around for the longest time, screaming at the top of his lungs, "Come back, you son of a bitch!" He thought that was the rabbit's name.
When i was about 8 My mum heard me swearing. She told me it was bad and that if I done it it would turn my mouth black then later on that day I had been eating liquorice which of course turned my mouth black and I had thought it was because I swore! I never swore for quite some time after that!
When I was 3 my 17 year old cousin told me if I yelled the word "f-u-c-k" out the window I would have a lots of luck. The next day I did it and it did give me lots of luck only "bad" and ended up in the police station with my cousin.
My mum told me a pratt was a camel's bottom, and that one buttock cheek was called a nate. This caused much hilarity with the late 70s advert "Coffee tastes nicer with Coffee Mate", which of course we converted to 'nate'.
I used to believe that it’s OK to use what Mom said when I was 6, but I realized it’s the opposite. My high school and the bus are “profanity havens,” so I said some goofy words (“Trompin’ Trombones, Oh Reppies, etc.) in place of them (especially saying God’s name in vain).
My friend Joe's cousins told thier baby brother that Fanequay (fan-ek-way) was a bad word and a few days later called him a piece of fanequay. He ran to his mom and told her and she said, thats nice dear. it sounded funny!
my friend thinks dat ''frickin''is a bad word. i later found out that he means prick
One time in a hotel, during a trip, I was about 10, and my little brother was 7. We got in the elevator, and he kept kicking me , so I called him a brat. My poor little brother had clearly misunderstood the meaning of it, and shouted "MOM! Becca called me a SOB! This was in front of about 8 people.
Needless to say, he got a long lecture after we got off.
I know a kindergartener who thinks that "Dude" is the worst word ever. She was very upset when one of her classmates said "Dude!!"
i used to belive that saying "shut up" was the biggest curse word and one day my cousin who is older than me said shut up to me and i ran up to my mom and clung on to her crying and at the same time trying to tell her that he called me a shut up
Up until I was about ten, I thought that the ultimate insult was to scream "Chicken Pot Pie!" out of a window, with the blinds closed (especially bad if it was a fat person).
Why? I don't know.
I'm and eighth grade teacher and a little 1st grader came to me and told me billy the 8th grader had said the f-word on the bus, and so i asked billy, and he said he'd never said that one the bus, ever, so i asked the 1st grader what the f-word was, and she told me she wasnt allowed to said that word, so i had her wisper it to me, and it was "fart", so i just told billy right infront of her not to be saying that f-word (fart) anymore
I'm a teacher and one of my little tattle tales came up to me one day and told me little tommy had said a bad word, so i asked him what the word was, and he said he was too embrarassed to say it, so i told him to spell it, and he goes "well... s... h..." and i said "okay!, tommy get up here!" and tommy goes "no i didnt say a bad word, i promise, so i asked my little tattler what the word was. and he wispers "stupid", leave it to first graders to spell....
I used to believe that sexual terms were bad words. I remember my friends and I would go into the girls' bathroom and whisper stuff like, "Vagina! Sperm! Periods!".
Imagine how shocked we were when the lady teachers taught us girls about periods and whatnot in fourth grade.
My dad had a very bad vocabulary when I was little. Every time someone beaped at him in traffic he would say "f you". My mom never knew about his bad vocabulary. So one day I was driving with my mom in a convertible and a corvette was behidn us beaping. I turned around at them and screamed "f you" as loud as I could. My mom was embarassed and the people in the corvette were laughing histerically.
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 little I heard my dad yelling at my uncle (his inlaw) he told him to f**K off. later i asked him what that meant. He told me it meant to go away or something like that. the next day at school my teacher was trying to help me with something I already knew how to do so i was going to ask her to leave then i remembered my dads way of saying that i thought it was the cool way to say it i told her to f**k off and she called my dad he was so embarased
I once told my younger sister a lie to stop her from swearing ..and she believed it!
Basically you were only allowed to swear once you had a swearing licence, and you were only allowed to apply for this once you had turned 16.
If you swore before then the swearing police would take you away!
I believed that if I used bad language God would strike me dead. I was 15yrs.old before I realised that my father swore with ease and was still alive.It never became a habit though.