Whoo, that's good, must listen.
The profanity dodgers all sound like they're ready to pop. You know, if they eased back at a moment of exasperation and realeased a withering 'oh for fuck's sake' on the exhale, they'd feel a lot better. You don't get that through a 'oh for eff-star-cee-kay's sake.' You feel ten times better for it and that urge to take your guns to work retreats. Similarly, sometimes someone is such a cunt that there's really only thing to call them but a cunt. Nigel Farage, for instance. He's not a c*nt. He's not a cu*t. He's a cunt. It's a splendidly rude and vicious word that keeps a little of its power to shock, but it's called for. He's not an unpleasant little man. He's not merely a tosser. He's the full on, gloriously uncensored article. He's earned it so give it up. Not noodling around with one of the stupid characters that make you forget your password (a practice that of itself deserves a hearty fuck).
