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My mom was (gently) admonishing me the other day for all the filthy language I use on this blog. I am, needless to say, mortified. I had no idea she was even reading this thing. So I will definitely be treading more carefully from now on.

However — it’ll be difficult to ditch the epithets entirely, given all of the impotent bitching and excoriating that needs to be happen here. So I’ve decided to go with a simple substitution scheme instead. Here are some early candidates:

I think these alternatives strike just the right balance between stridency and prurience. As a test run, I’ve run them through a typical 50s-era sitcom plot — a hapless father trying to put together his son’s new bicycle on Christmas Eve:

I don’t know. Maybe it’s just me, but I think this is awesome. It’s going to usher in a whole new era of swearing. And I will be its king. Bow down before me, potty-mouthes!

Has your Mom seen your Weird Tales story? It’s out in the most recent issue, but I haven’t see it either. I couldn’t find a copy in any stool-poopy book shop around here. The thing is hopefully winging its way.

Oh, and I’d suggest a modification to your scheme: when two adults love each other very much….

I am so excited for Hillary to get elected for cashier to Trader Joes soon. and McCain well he going to sing with Clay Akcin

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