I was "informed" that I left the best of the best out and I should blog it for some strange reason....so here it is...
I was probably 5, 6 or 7 and was visiting my Aunt Jean. Jean is my Mom's only sibling. Also there was my Papa, Granny, both my sisters, Uncle Vincent and my cousins Jim & Dave.
Anyways I was down at the barn with Jean and something happened that made Jean say, "well fuck of duck." I thought about this for the entire day trying to figure this out. The next morning everyone was sitting around the table for breakfast. Jean was cooking and I was standing on a stool, I suppose helping (more like getting in the way) when I inquired, "Jean, why would you want to fuck of duck?" The room went silent and my question was never answered....they probably started talking about the weather or something.
So at a rip young age I managed to drop the f-bomb without evening knowing what it meant. hmmmmm....maybe I should call and ask again.
Someday I'll tell you the inappropriate place to utter "shitfire".
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