Cussing

It’s not me that’s cussing. I’ve mentioned this countless times, but I’ve only sworn once in my life, in 5th or 6th grade, saying “son of a…” Never uttered a 4 letter word in my life.

Unlike Keith his frosh year on Urban Immersion who swore constantly. “Pass the **** mashed potatoes, please.” “Here you go, Keith.” “**** thanks.”