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you’re like:
But when you swear around your parents:
pff Around other relatives.. My parents don’t care anymore P:
Now that I’m an adult I can get away with ass and damn and hell and bitch the occasional ‘shit’. My brother and my cousins are the only ones who’ve heard me drop the f-bomb.
The rule in our house has pretty much been “don’t use the f-word in front of grandma.”
Dad once told me profanity is like a spice — just a little bit can effectively accentuate a point in the right circumstance, but too much will overwhelm.
you’re like: But when you swear around your parents: