If you're like me, you've been minding your manners and holding your tongue over at Andy's, and though my cup of gratitude to Andy overfloweth, I've missed the freedom to interject the strategic and emphatic swear now and then. Now I feel the need for a sort of primal scream of cussing of the shitpisscuntfuckcocksuckermotherfuckerandtits variety. Here goes: Jesus-jumpin' bald-headed Christ on a fuckin' pogo stick, I'm so goddamned glad I can fucking swear again. Hot diggity-fucking-dog! Fuckity fuck fuck fucking fuck! Look, I wrote FUCK, not f***. SHIT . . . Holy shit, it says shit! Cunt! Hot cunting damn! Well, spank my ass and call me George, that felt good and now it's out of my system. We now return to your normally scheduled civility.