Two new things I’m really excited about. The new release from Brooklyn band Pablo and the new local release from the Lights. I’m also really excited about my neighbor screaming every swear word known to man in succession at his TV at the top of his lungs last night. It finally solved the problem, “who is going to teach my son to swear?” It was so bad…and I swear to god this is a true story, my wife came running down the stairs as she thought I was being electrocuted or something and screaming like a wild animal. I was pretty proud that she thought I had that kind of swearing power but even I couldn’t pull off the triple crown of swearing my neighbor did.
To get the Triple Crown three things must happen:
1. Nailing 5 swear words (or more) in a row, without taking a break
2. Volume. High enough that your neighbor’s 2 year old can hear it clearly
3. Honesty. You have to FEEL it. No making it up, no practice it has to come to you. You have to be one with the swear words. You have to be like a swear word Jedi knight and shit. Use the force mother fucker, use the force!!!!!
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Both my wife and I are worthy of your “Triple Crown” distinction. This is probably part of the reason that we’ve yet to decide to have children.
Gotta love it when random other people teach your kids bad habits. My wife and I recently had our first (a little boy named Cooper, 6.15.06) and I’m already starting working on his first four letter word with him. Granted his first four letter word will probably be boob or something.
While I definitely consider myself as one who swears a fair amount I’m not sure that I qualify for the triple crown. Though I do have my moments.