17 sept. 2008

A new guy moved into town. He was a pretty nice fellow overall but he had a foul mouth. He'd walk into the diner and say, "Do you have any fucking coffee, Marge?" At the post office he'd say, "Where's my fucking mail?" Or: "What do you think of the fucking weather?" Being a tolerant community, people pretty much got used to him and didn't make a huge fucking deal about it.

Several years later the guy had a stroke and died. Coming out of the funeral one guy turned to another and said:

"You know, the truth is, I never did like 'the "fucking" guy.'"

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