F is for fuhk-n-funny
I couldn’t settle on one - I had to do two.
What can I say? I absolutely adore people with a good sense of humor. I grew up in a family where you were either teasing or being teased. My father constantly cracked jokes, or would say something silly to make me laugh. I appreciate a sharp wit, I admire someone who can be clever with their vocabulary to say something that makes me break into a grin or better yet a gut busting all out laugh. I have two nephews, who are about my age, who have made me laugh so hard I stop breathing - I just sat there with my mouth open - nothing coming out. When I first met my husband, it wasn't his looks I was attracted to, that came later. He opened his mouth...and I was hooked - he is quick witted - and I love it. To this day, our fights usually turn into laughter, because he can say or do something to make me laugh and realize whatever we were fighting about, really wasn’t worth it. I’m much more comfortable around anyone who can laugh and be laughed at. It tells me they don’t take themselves too seriously. I’m rather shy and it can be difficult for me to socialize and make small talk. So, I try to be funny to break the ice. If I can make someone laugh or smile, it puts me a little bit more at ease, if I can’t, well, I’m quickly looking for my nearest exit.
F-bomb, f-word, frick, frack, friggin, FUCK. I really do love that word. This one little word has the ability to encompass so much - I know it violates some people’s sense of propriety - but I don’t really care anymore-get over it. It’s a word, and it’s a damn good one. Admit it, there are times - when any other word, simply won’t do. I did not grow up in a household where anyone cussed or swore. My mother wouldn’t say shit with her mouth full and I don’t recall my dad ever using that word, unless it was in Spanish and I was out of earshot. But something happened with my first job out of college. I worked the graveyard shift in a half-way house supervising approximately 70 adult convicted felons. I learned to swear like a sailor. You supervise a population like that and see how long you last before that word becomes a part of your daily vocabulary. My supervisor didn’t help, she could spew some obscenities that would likely make my husband blush, and he’s been a cop for over 20 years. Just like having a sense of humor, I appreciate it when someone lets one fly - I know immediately that they’re probably a little bit more laid back - or they’ve done time in prison. I was at a concert for Shawn Colvin once - she’s a fantastic singer song-writer and a great entertainer; she chats and jokes between sets while tuning her guitar to the point of being OCD. And she used probably one of the best f-word combo’s I ever heard - “mother-of-my-fucking-asshole” - now that’s what I’m talking about...classic.
What can I say? I absolutely adore people with a good sense of humor. I grew up in a family where you were either teasing or being teased. My father constantly cracked jokes, or would say something silly to make me laugh. I appreciate a sharp wit, I admire someone who can be clever with their vocabulary to say something that makes me break into a grin or better yet a gut busting all out laugh. I have two nephews, who are about my age, who have made me laugh so hard I stop breathing - I just sat there with my mouth open - nothing coming out. When I first met my husband, it wasn't his looks I was attracted to, that came later. He opened his mouth...and I was hooked - he is quick witted - and I love it. To this day, our fights usually turn into laughter, because he can say or do something to make me laugh and realize whatever we were fighting about, really wasn’t worth it. I’m much more comfortable around anyone who can laugh and be laughed at. It tells me they don’t take themselves too seriously. I’m rather shy and it can be difficult for me to socialize and make small talk. So, I try to be funny to break the ice. If I can make someone laugh or smile, it puts me a little bit more at ease, if I can’t, well, I’m quickly looking for my nearest exit.
F-bomb, f-word, frick, frack, friggin, FUCK. I really do love that word. This one little word has the ability to encompass so much - I know it violates some people’s sense of propriety - but I don’t really care anymore-get over it. It’s a word, and it’s a damn good one. Admit it, there are times - when any other word, simply won’t do. I did not grow up in a household where anyone cussed or swore. My mother wouldn’t say shit with her mouth full and I don’t recall my dad ever using that word, unless it was in Spanish and I was out of earshot. But something happened with my first job out of college. I worked the graveyard shift in a half-way house supervising approximately 70 adult convicted felons. I learned to swear like a sailor. You supervise a population like that and see how long you last before that word becomes a part of your daily vocabulary. My supervisor didn’t help, she could spew some obscenities that would likely make my husband blush, and he’s been a cop for over 20 years. Just like having a sense of humor, I appreciate it when someone lets one fly - I know immediately that they’re probably a little bit more laid back - or they’ve done time in prison. I was at a concert for Shawn Colvin once - she’s a fantastic singer song-writer and a great entertainer; she chats and jokes between sets while tuning her guitar to the point of being OCD. And she used probably one of the best f-word combo’s I ever heard - “mother-of-my-fucking-asshole” - now that’s what I’m talking about...classic.
I am in tears reading this. My husband was a trucker for 20 years so I know how to toss a few words around, myself. And yes...Fuck is definitely my favorite!
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