Mustard Tongue

I fucking curse a lot.

Probably too much for polite fucking company.

It can make people uncomfortable, but fuck it, I don’t care.

I fucking grew up listening to older men fucking cursing all the fucking time in fucking football pitches, on fucking building sites, and in the carparks of fucking churches.

Monkey see, monkey fucking do.

I don’t know any fucking better.

It’s just a fucking word.

Words don’t fucking matter anymore?

Do they?

No, they fucking don’t.

Nobody is fucking listening.

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