No, Agnes is the stealth censor. She and I played a game of cat and mouse to the death. I tried using every bit of chicanery I could muster, misspelling, spacing, etc but she dogged me like the posse in Butch and the Sundance Kid. And she is smug in her belief she won the war but I will give no sword up until the last battle is fought.
I blame my parents. When I was young, they played that "use your words" ploy on me and then would punish me when I did. I said "hell, these are my words! Ya want me to use someone else's, give me a list".
People feel slighted when someone cusses around them because they see it as a lack of respect for them. To hell with that, it's a lack of respect for the language. I love it when someone replaces a cuss word with a cutesy word like "*****" for, well, we all know what that means and what do our minds go to? Please, save me a trip and just use the word, I don't need any more struggles to find meaning.
CC's Great Awakening Moment About the Fairer Sex, aka GAMAFS (and my education in that process will never end, just fascinating creatures, fascinating), was at the ripe young age of 13 when some buds and I crashed the camp out of some girls we knew and eaves dropped before we strolled on in. Holy Mother of God, strike me deaf cuz I never heard such wonderful cussing. Later on when I overheard my wife's sorority sisters, I harkened back to those days and one of her sisters is in my Cussing HOF. Were I not already head over heels, I might have married her because I would have never had to ask her to talk dirty to me.
