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If you want to get your point across, you gotta cuss.
I cuss like a sailor; I smoked cigarettes for many years but quit and have never looked back; also, I ride a motorcycle... in Los Angeles... so there ya go.
My father was an American who could cuss in Italian and make an aria out of it. It was wonderful to watch. But then again, he was a Gemini. I believe in that stuff.
I was a stubborn cuss, and I made some mistakes.
I wanted to cut down on the profanity, because I think I'm funnier without sayin' a lot of cuss words.
There are worse words than cuss words, there are words that hurt.
I get road rage. I can't drive because I cuss people out.
My thing is, I know kids cuss, they do their thing, but I tell my kids, 'Don't do it in earshot of any adults, or you're in trouble.'
If my Dad doesn't like you, you will know. My Mom is just too innocent to ever lie. She doesn't even cuss.
You can live by biblical principles, and you can teach by those principles and still be a winner. So many coaches think you've got to kick your players in the rear end. You've got to cuss them out. You've got to hit them across the head. No. You don't have to do that.
