Random Replay: I blew up the weed*
*The unidentifiable sounds I make at first remind me of my Aunt Mary – my favorite aunt and the best aunt in the world – who didn’t curse. She, instead, made up her own cuss words where the more vulgar, such as my father or myself, might naturally curse. Since I lived 2 doors down from her for so many years, I apparently picked this up.
Only instead of using the technique to replace cuss words, I seem to have greedily added it to my already extensive storehouse of vulgar verbiage.