I wonder what work would be like without me screaming "Bastard!" at the top of my lungs at least once a day.
Could be worse. I could be shouting "Motherfucking bitch-bastard". I only do that once a week, tops, and then only when the boss isn't in the office.
Coming soon from Brolga Publishing, Zen and the Art of Swearing Your Head Off.
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