Tuesday, January 30, 2007


My favorite curse word is "dumb ass" and/or the variation, "jack ass".

Jeff K. over at Boiled Dinner borrowed on the topic of first memory, which brought to mind my inagural use of salty language. I was walking home from school (we did that in those days...alone, unaccompanied and sometimes for blocks and blocks) when I came across a boy who asked me my name. "Jodie", I said. Obviously a huge fan of TV's "A Family Affair", he replied, "Jodie??!! That's a boys name!!". At which point I called him a prick (a fun sounding term I'd heard my two older brothers throw around) and went on my merry way, ever so proud I'd stood up for myself and put little-boy-Mr.-French in his place. So proud, in fact, I happily told my Mom the story in detail as soon as I got home. I don’t recall if I had to bite on a piece of Dial soap or get a sprinkle of black pepper on my tongue, but Mom was not amused.

Let 'em flow.

1 comment:

Aries327 said...

Great story. I called my step-dad a bastard once, in one of those joking around moments when my family was bantering together. I'd heard Jim Craig use it in "The Man from Snowy River" and didn't know it was a bad name. Everyone laughed and laughed and then told me it's a bad word.

A different time I backtalked my mom and she washed my mouth out with soap. That was awesome. I bet a peppered tongue tastes better than soap.

I still prefer bastard, though. Everyone's a bastard.

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