I’ve written before about my storied relationship with profanity. Over the years, I’ve become quite good at it. I am the Yoda of dirty words, the DaVinci of F-bombs, the Superman of swearing. Don’t believe me? Cut me off in traffic sometime when I’m driving the convertible and I’ll give you a demonstration. Just don’t film it. I’m tired of seeing myself in those “Karen” videos on YouTube.
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