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[Zipoid66 (imported)]

Dad wasn't really profane, so I grew up without ever hearing the F-bomb or male and female C-bomb. But Dad did have some colorful descriptions, like Ball Tickler, which referred to the bushy beard on the chin of an otherwise cleanly shaven face. That went clear over my young head until the day in school when the Algebra teacher, who sported the same beard, walked by our lunch table. "Cocksucker flunked me," a kid said after he passed. It was the first time I'd ever heard that word and it took a minute to make the connection, and when I did I blew half chewed food all over the table. Worse yet, Algebra was my next class and I couldn't quit smirking, which pissed the teacher off.