You slam on the brakes, rattling both your car and nerves, when yet another rush-hour idiot cuts you off. And as the air-conditioner conks out and you roll down the window to choking exhaust from the bus in the next lane, you can feel it coming.
Irresistible, the rage rises from that hot knot in your stomach, accelerates through a growling throat and then explodes through your lips with volcanic fury. It is The Word, and it escapes in a rolling bellow at the Fates: “FUDGE!”
Welcome to Utah, where even profanity is done in moderation.
http://wesclark.com/ubn/swearing.html
I just had to bookmark that page. This was a fun topic in our 4 years there.