Like many parents of middle-schoolers, we are working with our son on monitoring the use of, shall we say, forcible language. He hears vulgarity a lot in school, simply because he’s at the age where the boys seem to think it proves how bold, fearless and (im)mature they are. And like many kids his age, he gropes around for acceptable substitutes to express his feelings without offending.
I had much ado not to giggle at the latest one, though. “Fork-lift! Idiot computer!…..”
ROFLMAO. I may have to borrow that one! I like it!
I love it. The residents at the nursing home where I work love it also. A couple of them asked me to compliment you on your son’s good manners and intelligence.
Much better than my habit of referring to the offending machine as a “silicon bitch”.
One of my favorites is Stone of a Peach.