A Snyder In The Sun

A Snyder In The Sun

And That's A Wrap on Resolution #2

Done.  Over it.  It's not going to happen.  I can't even with this no swearing shit.  My brain isn't hard wired to take it's time to come up with an elegant way to say go fuck yourself.  I cut straight to the point. It's just not in me to actually think of the words before they come out of my mouth.  And I'm a potty-mouth.  Short and sweet.  I can't help it and I don't want to apologize for it.   This is how I speak, deal with it.  Although I will continue to refrain from swearing around the chitlins.  I don't want to get a phone call from my child's school saying that she fell and screamed FUCKING HELL!! instead of  the traditional "ouch."

Also, I don't know how to properly channel my rage if I have to sensor myself.  The stress of not swearing is causing me throw silent, crazy fits and to gain weight.  Or maybe that's all the bread and cheese I have been inhaling.  Probably not though.  It's most likely the whole not saying asshole face when the mood strikes. Turd face just doesn't have the same ring to it, although it is pretty funny.  

So I quit. 16 days into February and Foul-Mouth February can kiss my ass.  I am who I am and I make no fucking apologies for it.  Mic drop.

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