I agree. I really liked the "I bet none of you fuckers...."thread

I swear a lot. I crawled out of a gutter.

Seems like sites that are heavily moderated are highly impersonal. Necessary for business but makes socialization/interaction/entertainment pretty pointless.

i would never fucking say fuck. i would never fucking say that. fuck!

Fuck Who?

whoever lets you?

I believe you should suggest that exact wording to her. I'm sure hilarity would ensue.

"Most places"? Hmm. Well if I go to the movie theater to see Clone Wars with my son and I say that Yoda is a serious motherfucker, people would probably frown. If I'm at the grocery store picking out some spam, and I say that the goddamned price of food is going the the fucking roof, and it's really pissing me off, it might cause offense. If I sit in at the informal poker game that closes our annual block party, and flop a full house from the big blind, and my opponent tells me that I'm one lucky cocksucker (it really happened!), well, that's no problem, it's just all part of the banter of the game, and nobody takes offense.

The Cellar is more like hanging out in somebody's, umm, cellar (poker game optional), than it is going out to a store or a movie theater.


That's an interesting question.... I expect that the internet that people experience is highly individualistic. (And with no porn, because we know normal people don't look at that stuff.)

I pretty much type how I speak, people get mortified about the language I use around the boys, but except for the redhead saying *fucking jesus christ* in the supermarket, they dont pay much attention.

When I say fuck in a certain way, they ask what I did to hurt myself, when some dumbarse pulls out in front of me in his car, T-man, says "he's a dickhead"....but they dont curse in every day conversation.

I'm pretty sure my posts contain the most *curse* words, but I probably use them in every day life more than most too.

Anything in the peroration worth noting against future need, like the website fucking up, the page mysteriously and repeatedly refusing to load and then as mysteriously loading and then next page refusing... or trying to start a balky outboard motor? A "come or bleed, I ain't spittin' on you again" situation?

If it's somebody else putting tw en brochette, yeah, I'm a little curious.

Back in her Navy days, X-Lydia, the wife, once had occasion to bark, "Son of a syphilitic slimedog!" in front of a couple of callow young seamen of less than a year's time in service. One of them came up to her later and asked her to repeat it, that he might the better take notes against that future need.

I have no idea what you're talking about, but I love how you worked a food term into it somehow.