Cold Ass Beer – Chug it
Student: Did you just curse in class?
Me: I don’t consider “damn” and “ass” cursing. It’s more the hard K sounds I think…
In both the wrasslin gym I go to and my own fencing class, cursing is verboten. However, what constitutes cursing is different for different people.
There’s this move that is called by the creator of it S____y Rubber Guard. I mentioned that to someone in my class the other day and ended up doing pushups.
Coach: 40 pushups
Me: But that’s the actual nomenclature!
Coach: Do you want 50 pushups?
Me: I didn’t even want the first 40.
Still, I try not to curse casually, as you know.
Which reminds me that I’ve had a number of people read The Men Made of Stone recently that are surprised at just how much cursing there is in it.
I tell them that it’s the characters and not so me but I can see why they might be surprised.
Speaking of the book, I’ve gotten some more positive feedback that I’ll tell you about in the next few weeks or so.
On another note entirely, it’s getting hot as hell here. I could go for some cold ass beer.
Or rum. Either/or. Damn, it’s hot.