Feel free to share that with them....

I am right there with you.

She had a lot of nerve.

I hope she learned her lesson...

I hope she learned her lesson not to bother me with bullshit on a friday afternoon when I got shit to do so I can leave early

Nurses have the worst fucking potty mouths out there. I have antidotes for Miss Prunella: http://www.buzzfeed.com/robinedds/how-sweary-are-you (I got 57/70)

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She can take her sensitive ass back to where ever she came from.

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I almost typed something else, but when it auto-corrected I figured screw it

on the day that commemorates the torture, crucifixion and death of another human being, a death which took six hours? She should be more appalled by the obscenity of that barbaric death than a simple word like "fuck."

by working, instead of staying home and prayerfully contemplating her savior's sacrifice?

I was more worried about getting my work done and getting out of there early, which I did and which I did.

I read that as "her savior's orifice" and thought, "Wow, religion really does evolve after all."

at work today....one who is offended by the word "fuck" any day. She didn't say a word, but she did what she always does---she flinched. But this one knows me too well to have brought up the "holy day". I had already laughed at someone who told me to have a nice holiday----what holiday? I had to work today, have to work Monday, so it is just another Sunday. I suppose that I should be grateful to the Christians for Sunday.

so she ought to be perfectly amenable to talking like a pirate on the holiest of days for Pastafarians. If you look at a graph of pirates vs. global warming, it's clear that the demise of pirates caused global warming. It is the word of the starchy Lord. It is known. Ramen.

At least you didn't say that!


My grandmother was like this with my grandfather on Sundays. I've never understood the idea that it's ok to swear on some days but not others.

So, see, it makes perfect sense.

.... what's "fuck" in Aramaic?

..."Amen"

Maybe "Hosanna" or "Alleluia" 'cause, what the hell do they mean?

I work remote and have a home office. My pets don't care if I swear on any given day. When I am at my clinical sites I don't swear but many a Study Coordinator, usually an RN, will let the "F" bomb fly!

Sanctimonious, preachy shits are vile

Fuckity Fuck Fuck.

A woman and her little girl were stuck in a typical Los Angeles traffic jam.

Little girl asked: "Mommy, where are all the bastards?"

The woman wrote that she almost jumped all over the kid. Until she remembered where the kid no doubt heard it.

So Mom just said: "They only come out when your Dad's driving."

I have to say that Heddi is a first-class cusser. She amazes me sometimes, and I did a tour as a Marine Corps drill instructor. Where "fuck" was often used as all 8 parts of speech, plus. She's awesome.

I had a patient a few years ago. Was flown into my hospital because of our world-renowned Dr's and associated university medical school. He had some kind of brain fever/meningitis/encephalitis....he was in the ER (that's where all new transfers go) waiting for an admission bed, and this guy in his prior life was either a preacher or just really really not the type of person who would curse. He was 60-70 and his poor wife was just beside herself with embarrassment from the pure filth that was flowing from this guy's mouth. It was all infection and fever and swelling related. Something was going on in his brain> He was from Alaska but it was like something someone in the jungle would get, you know, when a wormy thing laid eggs in the ear or something.....

She was horrified every time he said something because it was more rude and more vulgar than the last thing he said.

Us RN's were like "oh, that's a good one!"

So Ed was this RN dude I worked with. Late 50's, been an RN forever, and totally unflappable. I've seen someone vomit bloody pill fragments all over him and he's like "well, guess I'll have to wash this when I get home..." and doesn't even give a shit.

So anyways, this poor patient is just out of his mind with brain fever.

He calls out to Ed "Hey, you, get over here you stupid nigger!" and Ed says "Hey! You can't call me that. We don't use that language here. Besides...I'm a white guy!!" The patient says "Oh...oh my. Oh wow. I'm real sorry about that, motherfucker" ha ha. We were DYING. Just fucking dying. It was awesome. Especially Ed's deadpan way of dealing with it. The dude's wife was turning green and about to vomit.

So later on I'm walking in the bay and I go by the patient's little....curtained section in this big room of like 10 beds, and he yells out "HEy...Hey you! Get over here, you rusty cuntbucket!!!" I fucking DIED. oh my god I about peed myself I was laughing so hard. Thankfully the rest of the beds were empty. I was just like WHAT THE FUCK DOES THAT MEAN and how can I incorporate that into my repertoire of filth?

From back in the Deep South. The nurse is a good friend and married to one of my oldest friends. Though she's a native like me, this woman has never tolerated any of the good old traditional Southern bigotry.

So anyway, she's checking this old guy's wife into the hospital and says: "Your wife's doctor is Dr. Patel. He's very good...

"WHAT KIND OF DOCTOR IS HE?"

"He's a gastroentologist. That's what she nee..."

"THAT'S NOT WHAT I MEANT!"

"I know what you meant. Sounds like you're trying to interfere with your wife's treatment, which we don't allow here. Keep it up and you can wait for your wife outside the hospital. She shouldn't be here more than 2 or 3 days."

That did the trick and the old coot didn't mention the doctor again.

You Can't Control a Wild Flower