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The other day I was launching a water rocket with my brother and nephew (who is 7). One of the fins on the rocket broke. Then I said, loudly and without thinking, “Fuck it, let’s launch it again anyways!”

Needless to say, my brother was not pleased I’d cussed in front of his son.

I was trained to cuss at a very early age, like 3, by my grandfather and some others.

I was so epic that I had to stop, lest the entire world would explode.

One day, when I am needed most, I shall loose a stream of obscenities so hard that God himself would be all “WTF man? I don’t even think some of those words exist!”

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