Nothing brings me more joy than hearing old women curse.
I am not talking about a small “damn” or “shit”. I love to see elderly women displaying Olympic level cursing in everyday speech.
I believe that I will be this type of old lady. Seeing as I already have quite a potty mouth, I can imagine myself running out of words to describe the many things I have seen in my old age. Therefore, I feel I will need to resort to more cursing to aptly express myself.
I cannot wait to insult the other old biddies at church by using my future potty mouth.
I will tell the Deaconess that she ain’t shit, and I will tell the church treasurer to get her greedy ass out of my face with that extra offering shit because I done already paid my tithes.
Oh the joy I will have. Happy Sunday!