A F---ing ConversationI had a conversation with my boss.
"So what did you do last weekend?" I asked.
"Well, I cleared some brush, worked on the yard, and we went to a wine bar."
I raised my eyebrow.
"A f---ing wine bar," he said, in a manly, defiant tone.
"I don't think that wine bars can be toughened up by dropping an f-bomb in front of them," I said. "It's like saying 'f---ing day spa" or 'f---ing manicure."