In The Crapper

In the Crapper

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.

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