Recently a gaming buddy of mine was surprised when I made an off color remark about some guys mother on Vent. So I realized that I don't swear here too often and some people may think I'm a prude. I use restraint when my kids are around but I can cuss. Several weeks ago my wife and stepdaughter decided to put a swear jar in the kitchen. Ironically, it's my large beer drinking mug that I used in college that has been in the basement for years. The rule was that any word that we would not want our son to say was $1.00 fine, I was cool with that. The BIG problem was that the very same night we bought this cheep hall tree from the Xmass tree shop. Now I have put some cheap furniture together in my years but this was by far the cheapest. Not only were the directions bad but most of the materials was more like cardboard then wood. By the end of the night I had put $14.00 in. 
This episode reminds of a part from one of my favorite movies, The Xmass Story.
Ralphie as Adult: [narrating] Some men are Baptists, others Catholics; my father was an Oldsmobile man.
Mr. Parker: That son of a **** would freeze up in the middle of summer on the equator!
Mother: Little pitchers!
Mr. Parker: Thanks... hold it!
[the furnace conks out]
Mr. Parker: It's a clinker! That blasted stupid furnace dadgummit!
[he walks down a few stairs and falls the rest of the way down]
Mr. Parker: Damn skates!
[coughing]
Mr. Parker: Oh, for cripes sake, open up the damper will ya? Who the hell turned it all the way down? AGAIN! Oh, blast it!
Ralphie as Adult: [narrating] In the heat of battle my father wove a tapestry of obscenities that as far as we know is still hanging in space over Lake Michigan.
Just substitute lake Champlain for Michigan.
This episode reminds of a part from one of my favorite movies, The Xmass Story.
Ralphie as Adult: [narrating] Some men are Baptists, others Catholics; my father was an Oldsmobile man.
Mr. Parker: That son of a **** would freeze up in the middle of summer on the equator!
Mother: Little pitchers!
Mr. Parker: Thanks... hold it!
[the furnace conks out]
Mr. Parker: It's a clinker! That blasted stupid furnace dadgummit!
[he walks down a few stairs and falls the rest of the way down]
Mr. Parker: Damn skates!
[coughing]
Mr. Parker: Oh, for cripes sake, open up the damper will ya? Who the hell turned it all the way down? AGAIN! Oh, blast it!
Ralphie as Adult: [narrating] In the heat of battle my father wove a tapestry of obscenities that as far as we know is still hanging in space over Lake Michigan.
Just substitute lake Champlain for Michigan.
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