on occasion i reach into the dirty word drawer and pull out the f-bomb.
i use it when phooey just doesn’t quite do the job.
like when i pulled the garage door down on my head while standing right underneath it, and for some unexplainable reason, had forgotten to wear my ny giants football helmet.
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I love the "f" bomb! It cuts to the chase, no "b.s.", says it like it is, and just plain feels good when all other expletives fail. Except, of course, HORSE PUCKY.
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