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My sister used to think that "spit" was a bad word. She meant "shit".
When i was little(2-3 yrs)i would hear my parents say "damn it!". i didn't think that made very much sense, because how could you 'damn' something? so i would say 'bam it!'. because at that age it made sense to 'bam' something.
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I was always very precocious, even at swearing, not like one girl I offended in the seventh grade. She caught up to me on the play ground one day and screamed at me in a fit of rage, "Amanda, I want to f*** you!" I was taken aback, but I scathingly told her that I only like boys. She blushed and stammered "I - I mean, I hope somebody else f***s you!" I said, "Thanks, I'd like that someday." She was speechless at this point, so I offered " did you mean 'f*** you"?" She said yes and slouched away humiliated. My friends and I had a great laugh after that.
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one day, back in 2nd grade, i came home from school, stretched my arms and said...
"oh i feel like a slut"
for some reason i thought a slut was someone who was exhausted or really tired.
my mom overheard me immediately.
Our parents would not tolerate swearing, and even today I think less of any woman who swears, or any man who swears in the presence of a woman. As kids we were all having dinner when my mother dropped something and said, "Damn!" There was shocked silence until my Dad said, "Robert, I think your mother would like some jam."
Many years later, home after four years away with the Navy, I was trying to start the lawnmower, and let out an exasperated "Bugger it!", realising with horror that my Dad was nearby. Dad just smiled - after all he had been overseas with the Army thirty years beforehand, and could swear in arabic!
Isn't it wonderful, when you leave home convinced your father knows nothing, how much the old boy has learned by the time you get back?
i used to think that epcot was pronounced "epc**k" and once in school, one of my friends were talking about disney world and how they went to epcot and a proudly yelled "ITS PRONOUNCED EPC**K", but it was in kindergarden so i just got explained to what c**k meant
One day, when I was about 5 or 6, I heard my sisters friend use the word 'hooker' hah. and I had no idea what it meant so when my mom came outside she came up to me, my sister and her friend and I said "hey mom, she's a hooker!' my mom looked shocked out of her mind and told me never to say that again.
I used to think 'ham' and 'afro' were swears.
when i was younger, me and my sister were going through the alphabet trying to find words that rhyme with party (like u do..), so when we got to 'f', so 'farty' my mum had a massive go at us and said it was a very rude word...i thought farty was a swear word for years afterwards.. :S
I thought that "fart" was a bad word. my mom told me never to say it. once i said it quietly infront of my mom. when she asked what i had said, i told her i said "Bart." i was shocked when i heard someone else's mother say the word. i still feel weird saying it.
When I was little, my brother told me that the word "farrell" was the worst word you could say. Then, one day I met a kid with the last name of Farrell, and I freaked out because I thought his last name was a bad word.
This is really stupid but I heard someone on TV say 'son of the b....' and I thought he said 'son of the beach'.
I had heard ALOT of bad things back in the day.. And I have said just as many!!.. One day at home I was thinking to myself how stupid I was because I did something that just wasn't very bright. So I decided to use a word to describe myself at this time.. Well earlier that day I heard the word "Slut" and thought that it meant "stupid" or something of that sort. So, I went up to my dad to proudly express the new word I learned.. (of course not knowing the true meaning of the word)...... "Im A Slut!!" I exclaimed..... Well.. My dad didnt take that too well.. although my sister found it funny, it was odd to have my dad explain what that is to me!!
When I was little i was watching the movie Chucky and when he said Bastard I though he was saying Baxter like Buster Baxter from Arther
any bad word had 4 letterd and ONLY bad words had 4 letters.
Til I did a cross word with tons of 4 letter words. (none bad)
And at a diffrent time found the words B**** and A**
in 4th grade, me and a bunch of people were coming up with words that rhymed with "Mitch" because he was a guy there, so there was like fitch glitch etc, but i couldnt remember if it was "bitch" or "ditch" that was bad, so i yelled out as loud as i could "BITCH" then the whole teachers table looked at our table...lol
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When I was about six, I always head people talking about the "F word." Since I didn't know the word in question, I assumed that they meant "fart." Now my teacher was very strict, and you got in big trouble for saying it. One day I was sent home with a letter, and upon seeing the envelope attached to my shirt, she asked "what did you do?" My reply? "I said the F word." My mother turned white and started to panic..until she opened the note, that is.
When i was like 8 me and my friends had a "band".
we called it a band but we really argued more than we played. so anyway, i used to think that f**k meant be quiet,so whenever or drum guy started playing, i would look at him and say, "f**k your drums, u suck!" he would look at me shocked. i also didn't know what "u suck" refered to.
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I used to think a "potty mouth" meant someone who ate doodoo.
When I was about 4 yrs old we lived in california. My parants use to call all the bad freeway drivers jerks and assholes. From then on I must have thought when something got in your way it was either a jerk or an asshole. One day I was out driving my barbie car around and crashed into a fence. so I quickly got out of my barbie car looked at the fence and said get out of my way you asshole! my mom who had been watching me looked over in disbelief at wut had just come out of her 4 yr olds mouth
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