The state is spiraling downward into economic hades and these useless, nosy meddlers in Sacto focusing on censoring curse words. Meanwhile free, perverted sex can run rampant in their districts.
Moving the deck chairs in CA.
The following week when they figure out how broke we are will officially be declared “We’re F#^ked Week”
F that!
‘Oh, For Cryin’ in the Sink!’
(I learned that cuss from my own GrandMa, Heaven Help Us All!)
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California is going to CRASH and they’re working on this????????
Probably trying to time it for the week the state finally collapses.
Joke ‘em if they can’t take a f***!
Guess I’ll just stick with “shucks” — my favorite portmanteau word.
As long as they don’t pick the week with April 15th in it, I don’t see any problem.
I think these are the dirty cuss words that the liberal California legislature had in mind:
Tax cut
Spending reduction
No (only if said to a union)
Go Home (only if said to an illegal alien)
Ma’am (only if said to a certain mean old nasty senator)
Bet you can’t guess what I’m thinking.
Well, I guess Lasorda had better be out of the state during that week, based on his history discussing one Kurt Bevacqua:
“I have never, ever, since I’ve been managing, told a pitcher to throw at anybody…nor will I ever…and if I ever did, I certainly wouldn’t make him throw at a f***n’ .130 hitter, like LeFay, or f****n’ Bevacqua, who couldn’t hit water if he fell out of a f***n’ boat.
And I guaran-f****n-tee you this, when I pitched and I was gonna pitch against a f****n team that had guys on it like Bevacqua, I’d send a f****n limousine to get the c***s****er to make sure he was in the m*****f*****n lineup because I’d kick that c***s****r’s a** any f*****n day of the week. He’s a f*****n m*****f******n bigmouth, I’ll tell you that.”
I’m looking forward to the cuss-free week. Swearing is noise pollution. It’s like a bad odor for your ears. Hearing it adds to stress and hostility in your day.
I’d look forward to everybody dialing back the crudeness and see if we can all notice a pleasant difference.
I can be an extreme potty-mouth, but I don’t need to burden the people around me with it, so I try to avoid swearing, for their sake. They don’t need to hear f-bombs just because I’m frustrated.
So, let’s try these out: Oh, cheese! Golldurnit! What the Flagnon? Gadzooks! Shoot! Heck! asteriskpoundsignexclamationpoint!
Just in case somebody wants to swear in response to this— bleeeeeeeep! [I can’t hear you...]
What the hell is next?
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