Ammo For Sale

« « Desensitized | Home | Guns in parks in The City (My The City) » »

I keep telling her that

The Mrs. is not a fan of my language choices, a lot of times. But good news, dropping a few f-bombs is healthy:

Well, it turns out a potty mouth does more than earn your conversations an R rating: it actually relieves pain, according to a new study by Richard Stephens, John Atkins, and Andrew Kingston of Keele University in the UK. But that’s not all: you’d never know it from what your mom told you, but there are many positive, beneficial aspects of swearing, including harmless venting and social bonding (not to mention reams of adult comedy). Bad language does a lot of good.

Fuck yeah!

5 Responses to “I keep telling her that”

  1. Jeff the Baptist Says:

    Profanity only works in moderation. You fairly quickly desensitize yourself to it.

    I’m reminded by a bunch of frat bastards in college who used foul language so much that their every other spoken word had four letters. I watched one of those guys stub his toe once. He swore a blue streak for several minutes and still didn’t feel better. In contrast, a couple of good expletives after I’ve stubbed my toe and I’m feeling much better.

    Profanity has it’s fucking place. If you abuse it, you’ll lose what it’s god damm good for.

  2. Weer'd Beard Says:

    My wife can tell when I’m playing video games in the other room by the way I swear. ; ]

  3. Jay G. Says:

    This concerns me.

    I may wind up a regulated substance by the FDA…

  4. ParatrooperJJ Says:

    Shit, I could have told those fuckers that!

  5. straightarrow Says:

    A friend of mine whose language is even worse than mine, and I have a very blue and exercised vocabulary swore or used vulgar terms every other word.

    He couldn’t order a sandwich without adding “motherfucker” or some such. One day at work he smashed his thumb almost to the point of amputation.

    He grabbed his thumb, held it up to his face, looked at it, and the rest of us prepared for the air to turn blue. He looked at the thumb for a few seconds then said “My,my, how unfortunate.”

    Needless to say, all the rest of us were laughing so hard we couldn’t do anything but sit down try to regains some muscle control, so we could take him to First Aid.

Remember, I do this to entertain me, not you.

Uncle Pays the Bills

Find Local
Gun Shops & Shooting Ranges


bisonAd

Categories

Archives