We don't always say it when we say it. We say the f-word. We drop f-bombs. We say effing, freaking, flipping. The conservative among us say fudge or firetruck; the nerdier among us say frack. We use dashes and asterisks and parades of punctuation whose length is directly proportional to our emphasis. We say "mother--" or "what the . . ." and let our voices trail off. We spell it in front of the kids. W…
SOURCE: Washington Post at 04:06PM on February 7, 2013