I have always had a potty mouth. When I started the blog, I decided that I would write exactly the way I speak. No holding back, dropping all forms of the word fuck, left and right. I kind of felt like I should. Especially after getting the question, What religion are you? repeatedly. You know, because […]
Once I get Number 6 and 7 potty trained, then I’ll move onto myself.
Yesterday on the facebook page my aunt scolded me for my potty mouth. I know I swear a lot. I know I abuse the f-word even more than I do the smiley face. But cut me some slack. It’s the only thing I have left. I don’t smoke (anything) anymore. And while I profess my love […]