Have you ever had your mouth washed out?
I spent a lot of my time in fishing communities, and some of the language was “colorful”.
I recall one engineer after crushing his finger in a machine let go a string of non-repeating expletives that went on for several minutes, and seemed to me to be quite high up on the creativity scales.
On another occasion I was in a bar in Greymouth and a skipper came in after working on the engine of his vessel and someone asked how it was going – his reply was:
“The f*ck’n f*cker’s f*cked.”
I believe everyone in that bar knew both exactly what he meant, and exactly how he felt about it.
So language seems to me to be a very context sensitive thing.
How I talk when speaking to a ladies church group about environmental issues is very different from how I talk to a pub full of fishermen.
Provided I don’t get the two mixed up, it seems to work.