Good Irish Catholic mom, that was about the extent of her cussin'
I remember the first F bomb I ever heard ma drop.
Dad and I nearly died.
Good times on the frontier.
Walking down the side street in NYC to get to the big street, big ol' F U C K painted in red letters about 3' tall on the back of a loading dock. I was about 4 and a good student of phonics already. Spelled it out in my head, then turned to mom and asked "Mom, what does F U C K mean".
I got smacked upside the head and told to NEVER say that word again.
