I love them! I agree, arnie. Now it's mostly Fuck or Shit, but nothing so colorful. My dad was a star with his colorful language. Our daughter still laughs about his call someone who is stupid a "rum dum." Or "he is one french fry short of a Happy Meal."
I remember people saying "Confound it!" as a swear word.
Now, in all fairness, some of them are just based on real swear words, like "Oh, Fudge!" or "Bull corn!"
Dayton, unlike Daytona, doesn't have anyone named "Bubba" or "Junior," but it does have an all-classical music station run by a Korean from Portland, Oregon.
My father didn't really swear (in front of us kids, anyway). However, in extremis he'd come out with 'Hell's bells'. When in need of a good stress-relieving oath he'd say 'Hell's bells and buckets of blood!'.
Build a man a fire and he's warm for a day. Set a man on fire and he's warm for the rest of his life.
I only heard my father use a real swearword once in his life. Given that a storm had just knocked all the glass out of his greenhouse I think he can be forgiven.
"No man but a blockhead ever wrote except for money." Samuel Johnson.
Back in the 70s, my wife was into gardening and saw a small greenhouse advertised locally. We drove about forty miles north to Massachusetts and bought one. But the only way we could get it home was in the back of our hatchback. So they loaded massive boxes of glass and long aluminum struts, which projected from the back of the car. We put rags on them so cars behind us wouldn't run up on them. But I didn't take the weight distribution into account. Every time I stepped on the gas, the greenhouse material moved back and the front of the car left the road for several seconds. All the way home, for forty miles, I was babying the throttle to keep the car drivable. Last time I did that.
