Let’s face it, punctuation, delivery, facial expression, and body language have lots more to do with obscenity than four mere Anglo-Saxon-derived letters. If I gesture at you, sneer, cackle, and call you an infructescence carbuncle, you won’t even think to puzzle out what I said. You’ll be out the gate, ready for Freddy, and swinging. I, of course, will not be there, having relocated a few inches to the right.
It’s a game my friend Bill and I used to play frequently. Friends at the crash pad on Boston’s Beacon Hill were so used to it that they automatically reached for the dictionary before they reacted. That just ruined the fun!
Anyway, try it, you might just like it. Your coworker who gets under your skin is an appropriate target! He’ll get sent to HR for swinging at you just because you called him a familiar kinship term in Uiger. He interpreted it as filth…actually, it was a compliment…but he just overreacted.
Too bad about him being suspended just before Christmas.
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My dad had a lot of these such as “Son of a syphilitic camel.”
Damn!!! I’m going to remember that one!
If he was really. mad, “BASTARD son of a syphilitic camel.”
Love it. I will have to think of fruity one for the jerk who continues to hurl insults our way.