I simply had to share this part from the book I'm still reading and mentioned yesterday, Repossessed- it's funny, isn't it? Well, it sure made me laugh.(:
"I'll curse, I decided. Yes. I will let Jason come, but first I will curse. That will get the frustration out of my system.
But none of the words I knew seemed like they would satisfy. Most American curse words seem to be related to perfectly natural bodily functions, and I've never seen why they strike people as being wicked. They didn't strike me as being particularly fulfilling anyway. The only word commonly used that indeed felt like a curse word was one that started with a d and ended with mn, and I had no desire to use that. No human would let it cross their lips if he knew what it meant in truly practical terms.
'Rats!' I tried. 'Confound it! Egad! Tarnation! Blast!'
'Blast!' seemed to work pretty well, so I stuck with that, 'Blast! Blast! Blast!'"
-A. M. Jenkins
Alright, it's time to do some chores-
Au revoir, les amis.(: