<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6829330623309023356</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Wed, 11 Sep 2024 19:52:52 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>profanity larder</category><category>Masters</category><category>combo</category><category>Connolly</category><category>Culture</category><category>Derek and Clive</category><category>Drunk</category><category>Dudley Moore</category><category>How the fuck can you label this?</category><category>Irish</category><category>Joe Rogan</category><category>Military</category><category>Peter Cook</category><category>Potty Mouth</category><category>Russians</category><category>bad words</category><category>beat your wife</category><category>dumbass hecklers</category><category>geek</category><category>heaps of shit</category><category>ladies</category><category>lavatory</category><category>offensive</category><title>swearology</title><description>Don&#39;t get offended it&#39;s really not worth it.</description><link>http://swearology.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Swearology)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6829330623309023356.post-3630849369740083164</guid><pubDate>Wed, 29 Aug 2007 20:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-08-29T13:55:52.652-07:00</atom:updated><title>What on earth is wrong with free offense?</title><description>&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.news.com.au/dailytelegraph/story/0,22049,22332032-5001028,00.html&quot;&gt;http://www.news.com.au/dailytelegraph/story/0,22049,22332032-5001028,00.html&lt;/a&gt;</description><link>http://swearology.blogspot.com/2007/08/what-on-earth-is-wrong-with-free.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Swearology)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6829330623309023356.post-5280913389782609746</guid><pubDate>Wed, 29 Aug 2007 17:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-08-29T10:58:47.561-07:00</atom:updated><title>Fucktards...</title><description>Which reminds me....and slightly off topic, but given that only me reads this, who cares?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blu-ray versus HD DVD.  Who gives a crap? What a fantastic idea two formats that are a replacement for DVD duke it out whilst hardly anyone buys either format and all the while things move on. It seems to me I have been listening to the whole Blu-ray HD DVD&lt;br /&gt;debate for at least two years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just look at the crapola you have to get through to make a choice:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.pcmag.com/article2/0,1759,1982533,00.asp&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.pcmag.com/article2/0,1759,1982533,00.asp&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck me, a DVD is pretty good I reckon and will do for now. So why the war over a format? Well it&#39;s obvious big companies love formats, they get control, and if they have a media arm or computer arm they think they can use this to leverage a position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sony is a classic example, and it generally fails. Look at its memory stick. Did Sony not realise that after about 3 or so years USB storage would cost fuck all? I can buy a 2 gig USB at my local petrol station for peanuts. No, Sony decided to try to force its device onto consumers and now its redundant. In the meantime Sony could have sold shit loads of Sony branded USB sticks to everyone and made a lot of cash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings me to HDBLUSHITE.....if the majors agreed on a format they could all get on with selling the product and making money. Instead they are infighting whilst the content streamers get a march on them. For me I&#39;ll think about DVD as a cheap method of backing up data, in the meantime I&#39;ll download stuff and stream it to my TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings me to HD standards......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOLLOCKS I AM NOT EVEN GOING TO TRY.</description><link>http://swearology.blogspot.com/2007/08/fucktards.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Swearology)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6829330623309023356.post-3495061004141811253</guid><pubDate>Wed, 29 Aug 2007 10:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-08-29T04:11:45.255-07:00</atom:updated><title>Patton Oswalt</title><description>Patton Oswalt played Spence on the sitcom &quot;King Queens&quot;. Oswalt is a little dumpy and very harmless looking, he&#39;s also a stand up with a great line in profanity. From Oswalt&#39;s &quot;Feelin&#39; kinda Patton&quot; album and the routine &quot;Liquor Ads&quot; comes this classic, delivered by Patton on behalf one of his creations, a drunk hot chick:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;...see normally I fuck anything that hoves into my field of vision but this guy&#39;s new in town, doesn&#39;t know my reputation as the &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;town jizz jar&lt;/span&gt; and he&#39;s going to try and start to a relationship and I am going to kill a few brain cells and try to blot out the memory of when I fucked that softball team in the abandoned hospital...if it could only dull the pain of my &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;battered chapped pussy&lt;/span&gt;&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even Oswalt recoils, a touch, at &quot;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;battered chapped pussy&lt;/span&gt;&quot;. I don&#39;t think that&#39;s the best line, no for me it&#39;s &quot;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;the town jizz jar&lt;/span&gt;&quot;, which  is a small work of genius. For some reason, it brings to mind an old marmalade jar in to which I decanted some varnish that never got used. After god knows how many years the jar has become all encrusted and grimy but for some reason I never get round to throwing it out. Yack.</description><link>http://swearology.blogspot.com/2007/08/patton-oswalt.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Swearology)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6829330623309023356.post-2420510672600142049</guid><pubDate>Tue, 28 Aug 2007 18:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-08-28T12:07:30.618-07:00</atom:updated><title>He does not know....</title><description>&quot;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;shit from shinola&lt;/span&gt;&quot; is an old American phrase to illustrate someone&#39;s stupidity. Shinola was a shoe polish and no doubt the black variety and shit had some similarity in appearance, but only a Jerk would not be able to tell the difference when found on his shoe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There&#39;s an English version &quot;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;He doesn&#39;t know shit from dirt pudding&quot;.&lt;/span&gt; Strangely,  there is no such pudding in England and yet in the US there is a &quot;dirt pudding&quot; which is made from oreo cookies and cream.</description><link>http://swearology.blogspot.com/2007/08/he-does-not-know.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Swearology)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6829330623309023356.post-3290214101996625672</guid><pubDate>Sat, 25 Aug 2007 17:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-08-25T10:15:29.669-07:00</atom:updated><title>Overheard...</title><description>In Marlow (England) last night, young lad with a Northern accent:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;I&#39;d fuck her till I were three stone&lt;/span&gt;&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah the enthusiasm of youth.</description><link>http://swearology.blogspot.com/2007/08/overheard.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Swearology)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6829330623309023356.post-763400683825469772</guid><pubDate>Fri, 24 Aug 2007 13:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-13T11:29:54.577-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">How the fuck can you label this?</category><title>Fuck me shoes</title><description>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkOfg7iNZi-hHV65iXN8P_Kh4l2Da76TVAAaiut1RrXKqsdDRUFejma0hyBtKsJJKflvN3AhyphenhyphenXV6Noe85NOT7k8tIrT8TyjffCd6HUkPF4z3RmstrpF4ACz9ikjRfga4BnosF5vFK6MUIT/s1600-h/aphrodite_shoes.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkOfg7iNZi-hHV65iXN8P_Kh4l2Da76TVAAaiut1RrXKqsdDRUFejma0hyBtKsJJKflvN3AhyphenhyphenXV6Noe85NOT7k8tIrT8TyjffCd6HUkPF4z3RmstrpF4ACz9ikjRfga4BnosF5vFK6MUIT/s320/aphrodite_shoes.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102257847163432658&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://blog.wired.com/gadgets/2007/08/gps-alarm-shoes.html&quot;&gt;Wired &lt;/a&gt;is carrying a report on the &quot;Aphrodite&quot; shoe which is aimed at prostitutes. The shoe, carries an alarm which when activated  sends a signal  to the local police along with a GPS location?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings to mind another phrase &quot;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;are you shitting me?&quot;&lt;/span&gt; Did whoever designed this shoe not think for one second that putting a 9 button electronic device on the heel of a shoe might just be a tad tricky to use?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time I came across &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&quot;fuck me shoes&lt;/span&gt;&quot; was when  feminist and academic Germaine Greer launched an attack on the columnist Suzanne Moore. Greer described Moore&#39;s appearance as &quot;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;hair bird&#39;s-nested all over the place, fuck me shoes, and three fat layers of cleavage&lt;/span&gt;&quot;. &lt;span style=&quot;;font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;&quot;  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you see Moore you get Greer&#39;s point:&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIA-7Wt_v2r1Cpu8x9XuQkGMJ6z5GmPmZ6xYwMu09RiqB47HdSv2N1G2OtaXx2JkdUUywmmG_u_yELgdBsdQIEGUOH80L5XVHkfWWJCagUAOue7kWfvNHJfk9e6IWgRquqScY8eJhGkBaw/s1600-h/suzanne_moore.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIA-7Wt_v2r1Cpu8x9XuQkGMJ6z5GmPmZ6xYwMu09RiqB47HdSv2N1G2OtaXx2JkdUUywmmG_u_yELgdBsdQIEGUOH80L5XVHkfWWJCagUAOue7kWfvNHJfk9e6IWgRquqScY8eJhGkBaw/s320/suzanne_moore.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102261927382363874&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description><link>http://swearology.blogspot.com/2007/08/fuck-me-shoes.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Swearology)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkOfg7iNZi-hHV65iXN8P_Kh4l2Da76TVAAaiut1RrXKqsdDRUFejma0hyBtKsJJKflvN3AhyphenhyphenXV6Noe85NOT7k8tIrT8TyjffCd6HUkPF4z3RmstrpF4ACz9ikjRfga4BnosF5vFK6MUIT/s72-c/aphrodite_shoes.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6829330623309023356.post-8134270302128787888</guid><pubDate>Thu, 23 Aug 2007 17:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-13T11:29:54.748-08:00</atom:updated><title>Animal Cruelty</title><description>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg58yy7i5desEa1pjdRT0zPho-E_NE0RV4U5gm7GIwMK00EXGpHtP6loq3xLATbBtI-Pquv5mhgobr5DL3AdVzNtC0aNID8mPanAFTx0mAYUJQYBZcTECBoR4nopeepZPWDg-v45G4L6It9/s1600-h/Page_1.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg58yy7i5desEa1pjdRT0zPho-E_NE0RV4U5gm7GIwMK00EXGpHtP6loq3xLATbBtI-Pquv5mhgobr5DL3AdVzNtC0aNID8mPanAFTx0mAYUJQYBZcTECBoR4nopeepZPWDg-v45G4L6It9/s320/Page_1.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101951530095881922&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description><link>http://swearology.blogspot.com/2007/08/animal-cruelty.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Swearology)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg58yy7i5desEa1pjdRT0zPho-E_NE0RV4U5gm7GIwMK00EXGpHtP6loq3xLATbBtI-Pquv5mhgobr5DL3AdVzNtC0aNID8mPanAFTx0mAYUJQYBZcTECBoR4nopeepZPWDg-v45G4L6It9/s72-c/Page_1.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6829330623309023356.post-6140280908667967697</guid><pubDate>Thu, 23 Aug 2007 15:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-08-23T08:31:17.534-07:00</atom:updated><title>Offensive.....</title><description>Take a look at this &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.dailymail.co.uk/pages/live/articles/news/news.html?in_article_id=477252&amp;in_page_id=1770&amp;amp;ito=newsnow&quot;&gt;story&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two women flash their boobs at a CCTV camera. Later they are charged and put on trial for outraging public decency. The judge threw out the case. Big mistake: Rachel Marchant, should have been sent down for at least two years.</description><link>http://swearology.blogspot.com/2007/08/offensive.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Swearology)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6829330623309023356.post-8457525783121373543</guid><pubDate>Thu, 23 Aug 2007 14:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-08-23T08:08:27.059-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">bad words</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">beat your wife</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">offensive</category><title>Really Bad Words I</title><description>&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Offensive &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;adjective 1 |əˈfensiv| causing someone to feel deeply hurt, upset, or angry : the allegations made are deeply offensive to us | offensive language. • (of a sight or smell) disgusting; repulsive : an offensive odor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently this is my number 1 bad word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See for example this &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.dailymail.co.uk/pages/live/articles/news/news.html?in_article_id=477008&amp;in_page_id=1770&quot;&gt;story&lt;/a&gt; about a bunch of goons who decided to go to carnival in fancy dress. The problem was the costume chosen by the carnival goers was a Burka.  That outfit, coupled with some silly names and a bit of mock praying led some students and local officious types crying that the outfits were &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;offensive&lt;/span&gt; to muslims. Sometime later the leader of the revellers apologised, no doubt because his gang had been moved on by the local Police !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boo-fucking-hoo. Why on earth should people be protected from being offended? Much more worrying why should a particular group, sect, religion, political tribe - whatever - be protected from offense?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height=&quot;350&quot; width=&quot;425&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;movie&quot; value=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/Wp3Eam5FX58&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;wmode&quot; value=&quot;transparent&quot;&gt;&lt;embed src=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/Wp3Eam5FX58&quot; type=&quot;application/x-shockwave-flash&quot; wmode=&quot;transparent&quot; height=&quot;350&quot; width=&quot;425&quot;&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;</description><link>http://swearology.blogspot.com/2007/08/really-bad-words-i.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Swearology)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6829330623309023356.post-9041543646696419993</guid><pubDate>Thu, 23 Aug 2007 12:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-08-23T09:46:01.036-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">dumbass hecklers</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Joe Rogan</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Masters</category><title>Masters of Profanty II</title><description>Joe Rogan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best known for the reality show &quot;Fear Factor&quot;; shame really he&#39;s a great stand up. If swearing ever becomes an Olympic event Rogan should head up the US Team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rogan&#39;s album &quot;Shiny Happy Jihad&quot; is a masterwork of profanity in which he reveals the secret of how he comes up with such delights as &quot;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Flying squirrel pussy people&quot;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rogan&#39;s blog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://blog.joerogan.net/&quot;&gt;http://blog.joerogan.net/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I count 33 variations of &quot;fuck&quot; on the first page. Nice work. Rogan is touring between September and November, with one date in London on 6 September at the Arts Theatre. Nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Word of warning, Rogan&#39;s got a real working class/blue collar attitude to being heckled so do it at your peril....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height=&quot;350&quot; width=&quot;425&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;movie&quot; value=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/rrABuxM1tHU&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;wmode&quot; value=&quot;transparent&quot;&gt;&lt;embed src=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/rrABuxM1tHU&quot; type=&quot;application/x-shockwave-flash&quot; wmode=&quot;transparent&quot; height=&quot;350&quot; width=&quot;425&quot;&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;</description><link>http://swearology.blogspot.com/2007/08/masters-of-profinty-ii.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Swearology)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6829330623309023356.post-331608847066127921</guid><pubDate>Thu, 23 Aug 2007 10:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-13T11:29:54.929-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Culture</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">heaps of shit</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Military</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Russians</category><title>Vlad &#39;Blitzes Britain&#39;</title><description>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFHGlRETa31cyVDMkOQNYzDjNNWCTbcB2Y8tKZyDLHFDvYd8k3LUFr-TTLx4G-MP0W4-ItnawLP3g3OMSAFUKBgWlx9b6LBvbAuZAeHXJdV2YFX1H_igVBdhmAlCDRz3cISo4AMVZFUEtE/s1600-h/Page_1.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFHGlRETa31cyVDMkOQNYzDjNNWCTbcB2Y8tKZyDLHFDvYd8k3LUFr-TTLx4G-MP0W4-ItnawLP3g3OMSAFUKBgWlx9b6LBvbAuZAeHXJdV2YFX1H_igVBdhmAlCDRz3cISo4AMVZFUEtE/s320/Page_1.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101843215315644082&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Russians have resumed their cold war habit of probing UK airspace. How times have changed, Russia is still using the same old prop planes they did in the 80s, not only that they look like something designed by Howard Hughes after a bad day on coke and valium. Meanwhile the poorly funded RAF sends up a brand new all-singing-all dancing Typhoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Useful phrases for the latest generation of Typhoon pilots below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;otva`li &lt;/span&gt;- fuck off,&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt; po&#39;shyol&#39;na hu&lt;/span&gt; - fuck you&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;, `suka&lt;/span&gt; - bitch</description><link>http://swearology.blogspot.com/2007/08/vlad-blitzes-britain.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Swearology)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFHGlRETa31cyVDMkOQNYzDjNNWCTbcB2Y8tKZyDLHFDvYd8k3LUFr-TTLx4G-MP0W4-ItnawLP3g3OMSAFUKBgWlx9b6LBvbAuZAeHXJdV2YFX1H_igVBdhmAlCDRz3cISo4AMVZFUEtE/s72-c/Page_1.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6829330623309023356.post-6553170117197809091</guid><pubDate>Thu, 23 Aug 2007 08:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-08-23T05:39:59.372-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">geek</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">profanity larder</category><title>New Wave bad language: Geeky</title><description>Possibly the best blog out there is &quot;The Secret Diary of Steve Jobs&quot;. If you&#39;ve not heard of it, go look at it now:   &lt;a href=&quot;http://fakesteve.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;http://fakesteve.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fake Steve is a master of retard-customisation, his classics being:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Frigtard, Frigtarded&lt;/span&gt; - Fake Steve&#39;s classic, simply put, stupid people.&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Microtards &lt;/span&gt;- Microsoft and its users.&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Freetard, Freetarded&lt;/span&gt; - Linux and other open source users.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other notable -tards, are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Leftietard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Salestards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Bluetards&lt;/span&gt; (IBM)&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Lametard, lametarded&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Sensitards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Eurotard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Vistard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Zunetard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Delltards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Commentards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;iTard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Greentards&lt;/span&gt; (a personal favourite)&lt;br /&gt;13. &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Cybertard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Hardtards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;15. &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Yelptards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Flametards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;17.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt; Linuxpetitiontards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://swearology.blogspot.com/2007/08/new-wave-bad-language-geeky_23.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Swearology)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6829330623309023356.post-2293542344854005744</guid><pubDate>Wed, 22 Aug 2007 14:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-08-23T05:47:15.356-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Irish</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">ladies</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">lavatory</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Potty Mouth</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">profanity larder</category><title>Potty Mouth for Ladies, number 1....</title><description>....of an occasional series:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Part the hairs&lt;/span&gt;&quot; or &quot;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Part me&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;hairs&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As in &quot;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Watch my drink for me I am going to part me hairs&lt;/span&gt;&quot;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got this gem from an Irish friend of mine. She is a beautiful and petite woman in her 30s, who caught me out one night in the pub when she asked me to watch her bag while by she went off to &quot;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style:italic;&quot;&gt;part her hairs&lt;/span&gt;&quot;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you&#39;ve not got it yet, a lady &quot;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style:italic;&quot;&gt;parts her hairs&lt;/span&gt;&quot; when she goes for a pee. Perfect description for the act I think.</description><link>http://swearology.blogspot.com/2007/08/potty-mouth-for-ladies-number-1.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Swearology)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6829330623309023356.post-4433854373968227866</guid><pubDate>Wed, 22 Aug 2007 12:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-08-22T10:59:22.371-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Derek and Clive</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Drunk</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Dudley Moore</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Peter Cook</category><title>Drunken Swearing I</title><description>Being drunk and swearing randomly and for no apparent reason go together like Derek and Clive.  A great example of this is actually from Derek &amp; Clive&#39;s 1978 album &quot;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Ad Nauseam&lt;/span&gt;&quot; and the track &quot;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;I can&#39;t shit&lt;/span&gt;&quot;. If you like swearing and like to &quot;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;take a drink&lt;/span&gt;&quot; I defy you not to recognise something of yourself in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An example of Derek &amp;amp; Clive&#39;s combined genius in the application of bad language:-&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;Just in case you are either too young or not from the UK, Peter Cook is doing a fake commentary on a horse race which. In the 70&#39;s, all horses races were commentated on by very posh gents&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height=&quot;350&quot; width=&quot;425&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;movie&quot; value=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/ApJqEw_R1Js&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;wmode&quot; value=&quot;transparent&quot;&gt;&lt;embed src=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/ApJqEw_R1Js&quot; type=&quot;application/x-shockwave-flash&quot; wmode=&quot;transparent&quot; height=&quot;350&quot; width=&quot;425&quot;&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;</description><link>http://swearology.blogspot.com/2007/08/drunken-swearing-i.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Swearology)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6829330623309023356.post-9204781090855223726</guid><pubDate>Wed, 22 Aug 2007 11:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-08-23T05:46:21.951-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Connolly</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Masters</category><title>Masters of Profanity I</title><description>I am musing on the best users of profane language. The first person that springs to mind is Billy Connolly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, ok, I know, I know:  the connections to the Royal Family; the wife&#39;s psychology stuff; the new age/folk malarky...but they do not detract from the fact that Mr Connolly can swear better than more or less every one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would go so far as to say that there are two periods of British Comedy: Before Connolly and After Connolly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mainstream Britain BC was inhabited by the likes of Hancock, Kenneth Williams, Chick Murray, George Formby, Arthur Askey and the like. Many of whom were extremely funny but they were not arch users of profanity, well not that you&#39;d see on TV anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There may have been plenty of bad words bandied about in the British Working Mens&#39; club scene. However, comedians from that background were ignored and reviled by the controllers of British TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Connolly was the first mainstream comedian who could get away with excessive profanity without at the same time becoming a pariah.  Part of this is probably down to the fact that his comedy was essentially middle class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, enough of my bullshite analysis of comedy. The clip below sums Connolly up. The editing of the clip is utter shite with seemingly random clips of people laughing , or not, splattered willy-nilly throughout:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height=&quot;350&quot; width=&quot;425&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;movie&quot; value=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/kF8lqxi_Nek&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;wmode&quot; value=&quot;transparent&quot;&gt;&lt;embed src=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/kF8lqxi_Nek&quot; type=&quot;application/x-shockwave-flash&quot; wmode=&quot;transparent&quot; height=&quot;350&quot; width=&quot;425&quot;&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;</description><link>http://swearology.blogspot.com/2007/08/great-swearers.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Swearology)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6829330623309023356.post-3325234195619960295</guid><pubDate>Wed, 22 Aug 2007 10:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-08-23T05:41:38.557-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">combo</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">profanity larder</category><title>Swearers&#39; resource</title><description>We all need a store cupboard of words to use at appropriate moments. I humbly offer some that I have picked up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I offer a combo:  &quot;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;fuckitty fuck&lt;/span&gt;&quot; as a jolly combo. It is to be used to express disappointment, annoyance, irritation or pain, in place of a standard &quot;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;fuck&lt;/span&gt;&quot;. &quot;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Fuckitty fuck&lt;/span&gt;&quot; is ideal to express mild disappointment as it unfolds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compare and contrast:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Situation 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;You are barbecuing and decide to pick up a sausage right of the grill. That little chipolata is of course red hot and burns your fingers so much that you drop it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Situation 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are late for an important engagement. You have, for some reason, decided to go by train. You are a tad late getting to the station and so have to run like a crazy bastard to get to the platform. After running like a fool through the entire station and nearly giving yourself heart failure in the process you reach the platform;  only to see the train doors closing and it moving off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Correct Application&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Situation 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Fuckitty fuck&lt;/span&gt;&quot; has two qualities that lend itself to  incidents of this nature:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The &quot;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;itty&lt;/span&gt;&quot; adds a percussive, rhythmic quality to a bog standard fuck. Much like a drum stick hitting a drum skin produces a sound from the drum skin so does the hot sausage bouncing about in your hands &quot;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;oo ah fuckity..fuck..fuck...fuckitty, fuck, fuckitty..fuck..fuck...fuck&lt;/span&gt;&quot;. And as the sausage drops the floor you can finish with a final &quot;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;fuckitty, fucking, fuck&lt;/span&gt;&quot;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &quot;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Fuckitty&lt;/span&gt;&quot; has a jolly quality which means it can be employed in social situations where children or the elderly may be present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very genteel ladies/high class types, may find &quot;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;fuckitty&lt;/span&gt;&quot; a liberating and useful word, which  allows the exploration of a good standard &quot;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;fuck&lt;/span&gt;&quot; in a socially acceptable manner, on a regular basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Situation 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A straight &quot;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;fuck&lt;/span&gt;&quot; is the only option. A single &quot;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;fuck&quot; &lt;/span&gt;has a simple, finality that matches the finality of your situation: train has gone. Not only that if you have just legged it through a station your lungs will only be able to manage a &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&quot;fuck&quot;&lt;/span&gt; any way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get fit you lazy twat.</description><link>http://swearology.blogspot.com/2007/08/fuckitty-fuck.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Swearology)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6829330623309023356.post-6023567865357269425</guid><pubDate>Wed, 22 Aug 2007 10:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-08-23T05:39:06.659-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">combo</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">profanity larder</category><title>Nice combo</title><description>I first heard this combo in about 1985. I was sat in the backseat of a Rolls Royce, driven by an unsavoury semi-criminal type. I was decorating said rogue&#39;s house and we were going to pick up paint and wallpaper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, we got stuck in traffic on the M62 ( a motorway near Manchester, England) and said dodgy type decided to avoid the delays by driving down the hard shoulder at 80 mph. I nearly shit myself when, at one point a truck pulled halfway onto the hard shoulder so as to stop us. At which point said rogue said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;As if that going to &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;bloody fucking&lt;/span&gt; stop me&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We slowed down a tad and then got on the motorway verge and carried on. The man was a headcase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard this double over the next few days, while I decorating:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;You&#39;re a &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;bloody fucking&lt;/span&gt; idiot&quot; was a typical example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strangely, this chap who had red curly-ish hair that was thinning on top, a pot belly,  just had a heart bypass and was waiting to have his prostate minced, had a gorgeous wife who was about 20 years younger than him. You could set your watch by hearing the following phrases ring through the house:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Denise, where&#39;s my bloody fucking dinner?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Denise, where&#39;s that bloody fucking tea you are making&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Denise, get out and get me some fags I am fucking gasping here&quot;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Denise dutifully responded to such requests providing whatever he wanted. My only explanation for her servility is that he a bloody fucking marvelous insurance policy.</description><link>http://swearology.blogspot.com/2007/08/nice-combo.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Swearology)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6829330623309023356.post-1313976923238738620</guid><pubDate>Wed, 22 Aug 2007 10:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-08-22T03:11:43.692-07:00</atom:updated><title>Inspiration</title><description>Profanity is good. It fills in the gaps when you can&#39;t think of a better word. Some people would say that&#39;s a bad thing. I don&#39;t think so. In most cases swearing is the most efficient manner of getting your feelings out. Example, you are hammering a nail and you hit your thumb with the hammer, which works best as an outlet for the pain:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &quot;OW&quot;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &quot;FUCKING HELL&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No contest.</description><link>http://swearology.blogspot.com/2007/08/inspiration.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Swearology)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>