These 49 Examples Of Swearing Prove That Curse Words Help Release A Lot Of Stress

"I swear. But my friend Brian never does! Like ever. One day I pick him up from a bar, he was super wasted and called me at 2 am asking if I wouldn’t mind picking him up. I do so and drunkenly introduces me to some of his friends.

So I get drunk Brian in the car and as we’re driving he proceeds to tell me that I’m the best and that my ex (who has dumped me two weeks prior) wasn’t a good guy and I deserved a good guy. I’m nodding along not thinking anything of all this when he says “Grace644, I’m going to set you up with a nice guy.” I laugh and tell him not to do that. He insists though and then proceeds to take out his phone and text one of his friends my number.

Now I’m driving and trying to take his phone away and telling him to stop.

Then It happened.

Sweet Brian actually cursed and at me! He goes (not yelling just irritated like) “Grace644, will you stop being a b*tch. I’m doing something really nice for you.”
Shocked I stopped going for the phone and drove in silence as he texted this guy.

Well, I ended up marrying the guy he set me up with, we’ve been together for 8 years, and in June I gave birth to our son."

"Not me but my sister. She’s always been the “good” one out of us kids; very quiet, easygoing, keeps to herself, kind of naive. My brother came home one day with the news his girlfriend of less than one month was pregnant (raised in very Christian household). My sisters response: WHAT THE F*CK!”

Whole house was silent then burst out laughing."

Jay_1327 wrote:
"I had never heard my Grandfather swear in my entire life. He was deeply Catholic and and wouldn't say anything if his mouth was full of it. We were walking down the aisle of a grocery store and he looked at a sign that had these really nice tenderloins on sale.

"$4 tenderloins?? Slap my a*s and call me Suzy what a deal!"

I couldn't believe what I had just heard. Coolest guy I ever knew."

Commenter No. 2 replied:
"If there's anything that gets a catholic grandfather excited enough to swear, it's steak on sale."

Rilo17 wrote:
"I coach high school soccer. Swearing, if you only do it occasionally, will get the boys attention instantly and let them know that I’m angry (even if I’m really not) and that they need to focus and get their sh*t together."

Commenter No. 2 added:
"I've heard that in WW1 or WW2, many soldiers had the opposite reaction.

"Go get your f*cking gear" was normal. "Go get your gear" meant sh*t was about to get scary."

"Not me, but when my son was 5 we were driving home from school and he was playing with a toy. He accidentally dropped it on the floor, then sighed and muttered the most annoyed "son of a b*tch" that I've ever heard from such a tiny, timid voice.

I almost wrecked the car trying not to laugh. He hasn't sworn like that before or since, and it's one of my favorite memories."

"I'm really passionate about language, and as lame as it sounds I dont curse frequently because I believe certain words are only appropriate in certain contexts, and gives what you say more meaning when you use words appropriately.

With that being said people often comment:

"You know, Sam, I don't think I've ever heard you curse."

To which I respond: "what the f*ck are you talking about?"

It usually gets a good laugh from the room."

"I almost never swear. A few weeks ago I was working on a film project with three of my group mates/friends. We were filming a dramatic scene, where I had to stare intimately into my other male friends eyes. We had to passionately stare directly into each other's eyes, sharing a true moment of compassion. Right in the middle of the scene of beautiful silence, I unpromptedly stated "it's fo*kin raw" in my best Gordon Ramsey impression. My friends recording the scene start snickering, and I can see my friend on set begin hysterically laughing. I ruined that take, but I think it was pretty good."

"I worked at a kids camp and in order to keep the swearing to a minimum I snapped my wrist with a rubber band every time I swore, and it broke me of the habit - I say "frick" instead of "f*ck" and "darn" instead of "d*mn" and I'm basically Mr. Mackey.

Anyway, I'm going to the gym at my university and I'm alone doing a circuit and this guy asks if I can spot him on squat because he's doing like 415. Anyway he's doing well and all and he gets to the bottom of one of the reps and let's out the raunchiest fart of all time. Like the geometry of his butthole must have lined up with the floor and the squat rack to create acoustic perfection or something. The stench that came out was like rotten broccoli that had been watered with asparagus urine. It was enough that I recoiled and yelled "Dude what the F*CK did you just sh*t yourself?!" And I probably embarrassed the poor guy more than his butt trumpet."

SantaClaws004 wrote:
"I was playing baseball and I wasn’t paying attention. I turned around and got hit directly in the stomach with a ground ball. It scared me more than anything and I yelled “sh*t.” My mom heard and she was so surprised she proceeded to tell me (15 at the time) that she never expected me to know that word."

TheCygnusLoop asked:
"How can anyone expect a 15 year old not to know what sh*t means?"

“I stubbed my toe one morning and in a split-second decision, my brain chose to swear for once, but all that came out was ‘f*cking poopy!’ and I just laughed at myself for 10 minutes. Such a fail.”

"I’m a teacher. I try my best to not swear in front of kids. So one day my grade 10-12 choir just completely sh*ts on the first chord of this tune we’re working on.

I reflexively said “F*ck that sounds like sh*t.”

They sounded amazing the second time around."

"I never swear in front of my family, and I've spent most of my adult life convincing them I don't swear. Until I was baking some cookies, touched the hot baking pan, dropped the entire batch of cookies, and cursed the sh*t out of my luck.

They just laughed."

“I never swear at work, but I loudly said ‘what the f*ck’ when my manager pulled a boiled egg out her pocket the other day.”

scalu299 wrote:
"Work was really going sideways, molten metal everywhere. My coworkers and boss heard me swear for the first time around them. They had to pause for a second to register what was said. Got the metal cleaned up, no injury, relatively minor damage to equipment."

indieRuckus replied:
"I picture people who work around molten metal to ONLY use curse words."

"My dad didn't swear. He came from an abusive family, so he was very much against it. He didn't have a fit if someone did it, but he simply didn't do it himself.

That's how I knew he was really distraught last October when I sat with him in his doctor's office as the doc told him he had inoperable cancer. The doctor left us alone for a few minutes, and my dad hung his head and whispered, "D*mn."

Six weeks later it was also the last word he spoke and also in a whisper."

"The house was quiet. Brothers weren't home, dad still at work, mom in kitchen working on dinner. I was 8 years old, sitting on the couch reading and doing homework.

SH*T!!

"Mom? Are you okay?"

"I just cut myself, sweetie. I'll be fine."

I enter the kitchen, saying "do you need a banda-....."

Blood was everywhere, she'd cut the tip off her finger.

I'm 36. Haven't heard her swear since."

“I do not swear in front of my son. My wife is a sailor, but I refrain. All because there will come a time that he does something that deserves the full wrath of my language, and I want to make sure it has maximum impact.”

LordMudkip wrote:
"I was studying with a friend of mine. This had been a super stressful week, and I'd been running off like maybe 4-5 hours of sleep at most each night for the entire week, so I was completely exhausted and done with everything.

She asked me a question, I got it wrong, and I just spontaneously dropped a, "f*ck." It was supposed to be "fudge," but I was so tired it slipped passed the barrier in my brain and I said it.

It took her a second to register it, I tried to blame her corgi for saying it, she had to tell her husband (who I'm also friends with), because it was so out of the ordinary."

Burrito_Baron replied:
"I’m not disappointed that you swore, I’m disappointed that you tried to throw a good corgi under the bus like that."

"Not about me, but my dad. This happened during a long car ride through the mountains with just the two of us, and I was getting pretty bored. It occurred to me that I'd never heard my dad swear. So seemingly out of nowhere, I ask "Hey, Dad, can you swear?" Well, he says that of course he can, but just doesn't ever feel the need to do it. But I want proof, and after a couple of pleases, he mutters under his breath the most quiet, unemotional "sh*t" I've ever heard. I found it absolutely hilarious, but he wasn't so pleased with my enthusiasm. To this day, that's the only time I can recall him swearing."

“When I was 5, I was playing with my cars and talking to myself and I said something like, ‘d*mn traffic.’ I instantly felt really guilty and ended up crying and telling my mom about it. She just laughed.”