I have said all sorts of things, especially when working on my motorcycles, for fuksakes man, I'm a tall white dude, I don't have itty bitty hands. I swear the Japanese make it almost impossible to get your hands in some places to loosen a screw, etc.

Lately, when I'm working on something, and it's not working with me, I'll say "son of a bitch!" really loud Neighbors probably hear me from my garage time to time.

 

I think it's a whole lot better to take out your aggression on an inanimate object than an animate one. I don't get angry that easily - but when I do, watch out!

 

Well I'll admit for me it is the F word.

I recall a very funny situation that happened this winter. My poor neighbor must still think I have completely fallen off my rocker.

It was winter; my front yard is covered in snow. I have received a mail order of house lights in this huge box, huge as in almost did not get through the 32" wide storm door. Well as you can imagine the box is packed with white Styrofoam peanuts. I get the lights out of the box and take what seems forever to get all the Styrofoam out of the box, off the floor, off my arms, and into a trash bag. I pick up the bag and go outside to put into the trash can. The bag came from the unheated garage and it is below zero, a very nasty morning. I set the bag down to tie it shut and the bottom seam just splits wide open, white Styrofoam peanuts are going everywhere. Sooooo I go inside to get my snow shovel to help pick them up and put them in a new bag, and of course not only is it bitter cold, but there is a mild breeze. So there I am outside in the snow with my snow shovel swearing up a M-F'ing storm trying to re-bag the Styrofoam peanuts.

So, think about it. I bet ya anything the neighbor never saw the white Styrofoam peanuts, I'm sure he thought I was just going off like that because of the trace of snow we got the night before.

And yes, now some 9 months later I'm still finding an occasional Styrofoam peanut in the yard... the little M-F'ers...

 

You have heard, haven't you, that if you leave two alone, together, they fornicate.

 

^Gets my vote for story of the week!

 

I still sort of chuckle when I think about it.
It was just soooo cold that morning and I confess; I just plain lost it...