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

"I don't swear, to the extent that a couple of months ago one of my contractors swore during a meeting and immediately apologized to me. I was taken aback, because it's just my thing.

If I hurt myself - particularly in the act of failing at some hardware related task - I instantly become a sailor who hasn't set ashore in a year. There's nothing like smashing yourself with a hammer to test the limits of your vocabulary."

“I never swear, it just doesn’t suit me - I can’t pull it off. I said someone was a f*cking arsehole once and there were gasps. And silence. You get taken a lot more seriously, so you have to deploy your swears carefully.”

"I try to replace it with a ‘legal’ sound. Because I am 900 years old I favor ‘dear me’ ‘blast!’ Or in a real emergency ‘blastypants’."

“I work in children’s dentistry. We dropped a crown in a kids mouth and I said ‘sh*t’ while attempting to retrieve it.”

"Growing up, my mom hated all cursing, didn’t even like “heck” or “crap” said in the house. One day when I was 14, she was driving me to school and someone cut her off. She shouted “Oh, you dildo!” at them and I don’t think I’ve ever laughed harder."

"I swear like a sailor, even at work, but never in front of customers or management. However, once, after we were closed, I was placing old PC monitors on a pallet to be shipped, and one slipped, crushing my hand. It didn't hurt too bad, but I growled, "God d*mnit," in frustration. The big cheese, my boss's boss, happened to be around the corner and heard me. She actually had a chuckle and said she was glad I was 'finally cutting loose' after having worked there for four years."

“I use some substitutes, and my child has picked them up. She doesn’t know the proper combinations, though, so it makes me giggle when she gets frustrated and starts chanting ‘Stupid heck! Stupid heck! Stupid heck!’”

HagridTheGangster wrote:
"Not exactly me who did the swearing, but I had a childhood girlfriend and her parents had raised her extremely christian. So she never swore. She ended up moving away to another school and we went on with our lives. Fast-forward like 4 years and we decide to meet up and spend some time together. Out of nowhere she randomly comments "oh f*cking hell that's good food" when we were eating at a restaurant. I looked at her completely baffled and had to ask where the hell that came from. Apparently she had never actually been raised to not swear and I had just never in 7 years ever seen her do so."

Leanders51 replied:
"And girlfriend's name? Gordon Ramsay."

"I work with a guy in his early 60s who's a bit lazy and likes to use the fact that he did drugs and got clean as an excuse to work slower or not at all. One day he was trying to con me into doing his job for him and my response was "do I look like I give a f*ck?". He looked startled for a second then did it himself.

I do help his department on rare occasions but my stuff is done. This was not one of those times."

"I accidentally said “what the hell are they doing!!!” when I was trying to take a left turn and the person on the road stopped for me to turn. I was taking my little sisters home from their friends house. They were shocked that I would say that."

“I said f*ck for emphasis and everybody at my lunch table went totally silent, as I had never cursed in front of anybody before. Weird.”

"I work with kids.

I was running a summer camp program with 9-12 year olds and we had just gotten out of an outdoor pool. I live in Canada so our pools are often right by a skating rink. The skating rinks dump all the snow from the zamboni out behind the rink usually. It was a really hot summer day and the snow was soft so my coworkers and I thought it would be fun to have a snowball fight.

Now, we never swear in front of kids. Like ever. But this one real piece of work kid (about 11) had been giving me trouble all week. I had given him consequences and he disliked me quite a bit for it. He saw the snowball fight as a chance to get back at me, so he sat behind the snow pile and packed snow together into a basketball-sized piece of ice (actual ice, he compacted it so much that it was basically a heavy solid rock).

Of course this kid takes this f*cking boulder of a rock and throws it at my back with a running start. Sh*t hurt. I let out a "What the f*ck!". Very loud too, I was in a lot of pain because he hit me right in the spine. Lots of kids heard it but I didn't really care. I had a talk with his parents and of course he told them I swore but luckily the parents saw my side and forgave me."

NeedsMoreTuba wrote:
"A tornado was coming, but nobody believed me."

KJdkaslknv replied:
"Similarly, I had a car wreck in high school. I called my mom and she said "whatever, I'll see you at home". I said "I'm not f*cking kidding" and then she believed me."

"I swear often around some people or not at all around others.

My supervisor for example, never swear. But recently we went to a work meeting and during a meal one night we were chatting ex's (I'm 29 and the supervisor is 38-40? so it's not like an inappropriate setting). Now he's there saying a few select things about this one person. Nothing bad, just like red flag stories. I'd had a couple of beers when I jumped in with my story and I opened with yea I was dating a cow of a girl (personality wise). He was like Whoa you can't use that language to talk about an ex. I apologized and changed the subject from embarrassment.

Next day we're driving back and been on the road for about 5 hours and something about exs came up again. This time he goes "And then there was f*cking deranged bimbo number 3".

I then turned around and said "Hold the f*cking phone, I can't call someone a well deserved cow but you can swear and call someone a f*cking deranged bimbo?" There was an awkward silence for about 7 seconds. Then we both laughed and neither of us watch our language around each other now."

"Freshman year of college, my roommate never swore. Never. I was auditioning people for a movie a few friends and I were making (never finished it), and my roommate auditioned. The audition sides had "f*cking" and "sh*t" in it, so I was wondering what he was gonna do. When it was his turn, he got into it, and went right through the words like he's been saying them all his life. Needless to say, I was taken aback. Still funny to think about though."

"I used to curse at my first job but then had a baby and switched jobs. I had cut out cursing at home and the new job orientation made a big deal about not cursing. I went about a month before I heard anyone there curse, so I formed a new habit in that time of not cursing. I never cursed there and it became a running joke on my team that I didn’t curse and how could they get me to do it. Well no one ever did, but on my last day of that job I said 'F*ck' just for my colleagues, especially my best work buddy who was the one leading the charge to get me to curse."

"I only heard my grandfather swear one or raise his voice one time in my entire life. At Thanksgiving, my brother did something that upset my grandmother (he was like 5th grade). My grandmother told my mom that she should have “just thrown him in the trash when he was born.” My grandfather stood up and said “Godd*mmit Margaret! That’s enough!!”

Everyone in attendance went silent. My mother took my brother and left. My dad got me and my other brother and we went home."

"Years ago I worked with a very fun, hard working, and VERY religious young man. We worked together every day and did hard labor. We would sing songs and crack jokes (clean jokes) all day to make time pass. I never heard him say anything close to a bad word or a mean statement. One day as we are unloading a truck, he got his finger pinched in a pallet jack! “F*CK” comes out of his mouth and we all just froze. He was more upset about his bad language than his purple finger."

Dysole wrote:
"I have dropped maybe fewer than ten f bombs in my entire life. When I do, people realize it's a big deal. I dropped a couple in November of 2016 and I've also dropped some when recounting the story of how badly a family member hurt me in the past (and still doesn't think they did anything wrong despite basically shutting me out of their life for some time with no explanation)"

imjusthereforimgur replied:
"Fewer than 10? That's hard to wrap my head around, I've dropped probably over 50 f-bombs just today. With my job it's kind of hard for them not to slip out though."

“One day I smashed my left pinky toe really really hard on the stairs and I dropped my food and shouted F*CK because it was super hot spaghetti and my toe hurt a lot, I ended up getting 1st degree burns and a mildly sprained toe.”