Shit, Fuck, Asshole, and Other Various Stress Relievers. That was my first attempt at titling this post. I immediately rethought my choice of words. Not because I have a problem with putting swear words in the title of a post, hell no. It just seemed a little, eh-hem, how to do I put it nicely…well, gay sexual. Obviously, I don’t have a problem with gay sex. But, I didn’t want to mislead readers into thinking that I was writing about how sex can relieve stress. I’ll save that for later.
I’m once again writing about swearing. I found a very interesting article online. It discusses the reasoning behind our swearing. Check it out. In case you don’t care to read it, let me break it down for you: Swearing helps relieve pain and stress; the benefits decrease if you do it too much. There you have it. FUCK!
I sure do feel better.
I should perhaps refer you to one of my earlier posts on swearing entitled, @$%#! It’s one of my all-time favorite posts. And, it gives you a little history of me and swearing. SHIT! Sorry, I was feeling a little tense all of a sudden.
I think that swearing is one of the biggest guilty pleasures of most Christians. Many won’t admit to it. But, it is an amazing stress reliever. When I was in Bible College, my friends and I would throw out a “shit” or a “bitch,” possibly an “asshole” every now and then. You know, behind closed doors. It was a guaranteed laugh. There was something just wonderfully inappropriate about it. Oh yeah, another great stress reliever that many Christians will not admit to enjoying is porn, soft and hardcore. But that really should be saved for another post. 🙂 I can’t wait to see if anyone is brave enough to admit to that one in my comment section. And not in a “I used to struggle with porn” sort of way, but a “yeah, I like porn” sort of way. I doubt it.
Now that I’ve officially offended, pissed off, or lost half of my readers, I can safely say this, “Congratulations, fuckers, you made to the end of my post.” Don’t hold in that nice and juicy expletive that has been building up for days. Get creative with it. It very well may be the remedy for what ails you. SHITFUCK, ASSHAT, BITCHY BITCHERSON!
And, no, thank you very much, I do not have Tourette’s.
p.s. I decided to leave the title as is. It just gave me too much joy. Which, in turn, is another great stress reliever.
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