The D________ you say, sir.
Uncolorful language in an uncolorful town.
What in . . . ?
Dadgum it ! !
Well, rats! I will say any blasted cuss word I darn well want to!
Dagnab it and consarn it. Reminds me of the old geezer in Blazing Saddles. Welcome to Rock Ridge.
The chort you say!
Those of you who understand Russian know what “chort” means.
Dang! Aw shoot. Heavens to betsy. My ever lovin’ , Good gracious.
Well Pickles and sugar!
How about, “@#$!%*!!!”?
My parents never once used real cuss words in their lives. I remember using the f—- word in anger one day. I thought they were both going to have heart attacks. Much later on, I started going to church again, and one Sunday morning during spirited debate on some point, I forgot myself and said g-d dammit. The other Bible class members were kind about it, but suggested if I wanted to pray, there might be better forms of address to use. I blushed for the first time in years. Shoot!
well…beat me with a stick and call me Meatloaf !!!
We must be in the…Land o’ Goshen!
Like Dagwood Bumstead utters time to time: “Geeze Louise!”
“Go to the devil, idiot.” Russian.
You’re darn tootin
John Deering and John Newcombe