As far as language goes, I like to keep it clean. However, that doesn't mean I don't enjoy a good swearing story every now and again. Here are two of my all-time favorites (both of which happened within the last week):
1. President
Eyring spoke at the DC
BYU Management Society Dinner last weekend. The former US Ambassador to Belgium --a good friend of
Eyring's from college -- introduced President
Eyring (keep in mind that this former ambassador is not a member of the
LDS faith):
"To all of you Mormons in the audience: welcome brothers and sisters.
To all you Jews in the audience: shalom.
To all you Muslims in the audience: praise be to Allah.
To all the
atheists in the audience: how the hell are ya?"
After a pause, the whole banquet hall
erupted in laughter. I could hardly contain myself, here was a former ambassador, swearing loudly in front of the first counselor in the first presidency. You can't tell me that's not a good swear.
2. On my way home from work every night I walk through a courtyard in our neighborhood called "Kings Court." Every day there are two kids out playing in the grass and shaking the
branches of the cherry trees to make the blossoms fall like snow around them.
On Friday, one of the kids --the girl, who I would suspect is about 7 or 8 years old --was riding her razor
scooter up and down the sidewalk at a break-neck pace. I had to jump out of the way to avoid being hit (got my shoes all muddy, darn it!), and an older lady about 20 feet down had to jump out of the way as well.
I kept watching as this little girl hurled herself down the sidewalk as fast as she could go, until she jumped off the
scooter, turned around looking proud of herself and exclaimed in her loud squeeky voice: "Damn!" (sounded like "day-um").
I laughed the rest of the way home and all through my re-telling to Blake.
Kids these days --I know they
shouldn't swear, but is it horrible if I'm glad they sometimes do?