Cussing, part one

We RE-interrupt the second part of SLOUGHING because it requires some photos I cannot get off my phone. FOR SOME REASON.

Until I can figure out HOW TO GET THOSE PICTURES, I offer you two stories about bad words. The first comes with a random picture of a duck who joined my husband for dinner last night.

Scott had to work late and was eating a burrito alone on a patio, and this handsome fellow came and loudly demanded chips. I include him here because ducks—mallards in particular—are famous fo...