Stop cussing you Bitch

Comedy is an awesome use of time. Makes you happy and cures your heart.

I just got back from a stand up comedy by Arj Barker here in uni. It was AWESOME. Everything you would’ve seen on TV actually happens before your eyes. Fuck censorship. The days where you go “*gasp!* he said the F-word in front of all these people??” are gone.

He actually put it quite clearly in one of his acts (forgive my plagiarism of humour)

You guys are cool. you can take all this shit words perfectly. In fact, Australians curse so much that it’s like the entire country is founded by sailors.
The other day I was asking for directions, I said “Mate, you know the way to the post office?”
“Shit yeah. You turn fuckin left on that fuckin corner there then fuckin turn right on the bloody fuckin roundabout then just go fuckin straight like a bitch. On your left you’ll see that cunt”
“Owh… alright. thanks reverend”

Which actually is very much true. My language, I must admit has grown rather flowery since I’ve been here. To the point that I’m compelled to cuss with heavy aboriginal accent.
I do, however still try to avoid using the big guns of cursing. Fuck, I must clarify is NOT a big gun. It’s not even a bullet. Fuck is basically an upgrade from when you were a kid using stuff like stupid and dumb-dumb. It’s not a gun. It’s just from a pacifier to a fork.

In fact, Fuck is so widely used that the brutality of it has been blunted. Granted it’s still taboo, it’s definitely nothing as hair raising as the P-word.

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