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Sorry, My Peach. That was some awful cussin', wasn't it? Ha hee. Are your ears burning?
You ought to hear me when my Bills allow a big 3rd or 4th down conversion for a score. There is not one swear word in English that I have not uttered before. Of course, the tv nor the players/coaches on it cannot hear me, but it is beyond my recognition at the time.
My mother has gone to watch games at the bar with me and been very embarrassed at my lack of decorum. Yep, it's bad.
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