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When i was a little girl my mum heard me say a really bad word. She told me that it was ok to say this word even though it wasn't very nice but under no circumstances could i say the word redsocks. So from then on whenever i wanted to swear i said redsocks it wasn't until i was about 18 that my friend asked me why i kept on saying redsocks? i was soooo mad at my mum for making me look stupid
I believed that "bad words" (shit, fuck, damn, etc.) were illegal up until a certain age. I thought that when I turned a certain age, I would be able to say all of them as often & freely as I pleased. I also believed that "idiot" was a curse & so i never said it. & I got mad at my friends when THEY said it, because I thought they were cursing.
When I was little my dad told me that it wasn't nice to say butt. So one day in the car my dad was talking and he said "...but I had to" After hearing this, I immediatly said, "Daddy don't say Butt, it's a bad word." He then had to explain to me that there were two kinds of but(t)s. hmm..?
One of my earliest memories was as I was learning new words, I got very confused by cuss words, particularly Darn and Damn. I couldn't remember which word was the "OK" word to use.
Imagine a 2 year old suddenly shouting "DAMN!" after tripping!
I used 2 beleive that if i stuck my head behind the sofa and sweared my mum wouldnt ear me.I used 2 do this all the time until i realised she could hear me and she made me tell her what every single word i said meant..obviously i didnt know i was only 6! lol!
I used to think that "damn" was a really bad swear word, but it was in one of my favorite songs at the time, "The Search is Over" by Survivor. I was shocked but rather excited by the badness of this, and I used to play it really loud and sing along in front of my mother, just to see what kind of reaction it would get out of her. She didn't notice at all. I wasn't sure if I felt triumphantly naughty or just disappointed.
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I used to believe that you had a 'swear line' in your body. Each time you swore, you filled up a space on the line. Once you ran out of space, you died! Luckily Biology cleared it up.
when i was a jewish kid growing up, at the age of about 10, i heard from one of my friends that if you swore, you would go to hell and be with the devil. one of my other friends informed me that the devil went around and cheated people out of souls, and then kept them to work for him. well, i always had a spark of perverse evil in me, so i figured if i went to hell, i could find a way to talk the devil into letting me work with him and i thought it would be so exciting to collect souls with him. i had never sworn before in my life, but after that i started sweraing A LOT and made it my goal in life to go to hell and assist the devil when i died. i'm still working for it!!!
I used to believe that BS meant big stinker. One day my mom told mer that some uncle of mine had died. I didn't even know I had an uncle so I wasn't upset. I said "What a BS." My mom grounded me for a week. I was 9 then.
I remember in middle school I had read some detective novel or another where one character describes another as a "sonofabitch," just like that, all one word. I misread it, and thought it was a neat, new curse word I had never heard before. I didn't realize until high school that "snofabitch" is not a real word.
I used to think in spelling class that we would learn how to spell every word that existed. So, therefore, I couldn't wait until we got to the lessons that contained the swear words. I was a bit disappointed when I learned that wasn't going to be the case...:)
I used to believe "fuck" was an even worse word for "penis" (I was around 7, "penis" wasn't said louder than a whisper, if at all).
When I was very young I knew all the swear words, I also knew my parents would punish me severly if I got caught saying any one of them. Then I heard my mom say "shit" when she thought she was alone, she had this evil look in her eye that scared the crap out of me. It took me 10 years to realize that even if I had uttered a swear word, my mom wouldn't have thrown me down like she did with the phone all those many years ago!
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When I was in a scout group, one of the scout leaders said "shit" accidentally, and I asked her what she'd said, so she covered by saying she'd said "seventy-two". We were having fun with this and going around saying "Oh, seventy-two!" like it was a bad word.
i believed the f-word was fart until i was about 8.
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When I was about 5, I thought "beer" was a profanity, and (wait for it) smacked a family friend on the lips for saying the word-- I was actually offended! Boy, did he look confused.
When I was six, I had some cousins whose parents were very strict with them in most everything. I remember saying to them "No way, Jose!" From their reaction, I ended up beleiving the name Jose was an actual swear word for a few years after.
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When i was about three for some reason i called Kentucky Fried Chicken, 'F*cky Fried Chicken Kentucky'... i never knew why my grandpa kept asking me to say what my favorite resterant was.
When I was about 6 my mum always used to talk about tatty ard sheep or so I thought, until I pointed out some tatty ard sheep one day whilst out for a drive in the car, my dad had to pull the car over he was laughing so much apparently my mum actually called them tatty arsed sheep and I'd just misheard her.
My parents would refer to bowel movements as B.M.s. I don't think I figured out that it was an abbreviation until I was in high school (I guessed that it was a word spelled sort of like "be-em," but could get no straight answer regarding this). Sometime later, one of my younger brothers used the term "B.M." around some friends at college, who had never heard the expression before in their lives! They were delighted with this new ersatz "bad word," and took to using it in creative ways. "Anyone in the bathroom?" "I am! I'm B-ing M!"
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