I think I was about seven years old when I said my first swear. Maybe it was “shit” or something. I can’t remember. But I know that I got my mouth washed out with soap.
By the time I was fifteen, my dad had dragged me by the pony tail into the bathroom to wash my mouth out with soap too many times to count. This one time he was so pissed off because after he had stuck the bar in my mouth I said, “I think I prefer the Dove to the Irish Spring.” He got red in the face and just stormed off. Then came the ritual of carefully removing the soap chips from behind my teeth. And then brushing your teeth several times to get the taste out.
The soap didn’t do shit to clean up my mouth. It was just more of a nuisance and the only lesson it taught me was not to swear at home.
I STILL SWEAR LIKE A SAILOR in places where I know it’s “appropriate.” Obviously, not in the library, at the opera, or some cultured event or in front of the elderly et cetera. But I let the swears fly in certain situations despite a large repertoire of vocabulary at my disposal.
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A compound expletive is formed when the first expletive serves as an adjective to modifiy the expletive noun in the sentence.
Example of simple expletive (noun): My ex is an asshole.
Example of a compound expletive (adj + noun) : My ex is a mother-fucking asshole.
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