This cartoon is from my favorite lewd, ribald and coarse magazine ‘Viz’- crap jokes section.
This has to be Mrs. Doyle in Father Ted at her very very finest.
The Joy of Cursing. Yes, I said it. I love cursing. Unfortunately, it is a hobby that I am unable to allow myself to indulge in as frequently as I would like. Somebody once told me that there are holidays specifically tailored to weaning you onto hard drugs- in a safe environment- of course. I suppose it makes sense. If you are going to take them why not do it in a safe environment under guided supervision.
It must be a very different classroom to what I was brought up in. The teacher may ask
‘How are you? Are you off your tits yet? ‘
‘Oh yes Miss. Completely and utterly tittless’.
Whilst this is not my cup of tea or gram of coke. I have been wondering if such a holiday could exist for people like me who wish to spend 7 days dropping the ‘f’ and ‘c’ bombs to our hearts content. Or dare I say cuntent……
Imagine the check in
‘What the f*ck do you want?’
‘I want to f*ck*n check in’
Well, you are some c**t for asking me that. But here’s your f**kin key’.
‘How do I get to my f*ck*n room?’
‘Just f*ck off you stupid c**t’.
My idea of bliss. No social niceties. No manners. Just sheer bliss and freedom to be coarse and belligerent.
That’s all for now