I did not realize how much I cuss. I thought I didn't at all. I work with impressionable minds! I totally understood when I hit my head on the door that I was justified in yelling out the F word. And I was also justified when that high school kid was riding my bumper. I had every right to scream at her to get off my ass. I was also justified in calling Vanna a biatch, which I do not fully believe is a cuss word. And when I got drunk that night I have no control what comes out of my mouth. Knowing me, I probably didn't cuss.
But I know I did not cuss when I was complaing about that asshole meter punk who gave me a freaking ticket! I hate f***ing meter maids!
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