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This post is probably of no interest to anyone. So just go about your business while I type it here. Because it makes me feel good, anyway.
My grandfather died when I was about eleven; I am now 51. Here are some of his curses as I remember them:
Liars, cheats, and thieves!
Hell’s bells and panther tracks!
Dirty old man with a busted crutch!
Judas priest and Jiminy crickets!
It's a pity nobody can curse like that any more.
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