Oddly enough, I’m a man of few words. For those of you who have had to read through page after page of my drivel, that may come as a bit of a surprise. But what happens to me is as soon as I’m in a face to face conversation, my tongue gets tied. Especially if it’s an important topic.

Doesn’t matter who I’m talking to, it just happens. I clam up. I shut down. I can’t put anything into words beyond “hell, I don’t know.”

So, three guesses how counseling went this morning? Here, I’ll share a hint:

The top ten times in history when it was OK to use the ‘F’ Word

“What the f… was that?” -Mayor of Hiroshima

“Where did all these f…ing Indians come from?” -Custer

“Any f…ing idiot could understand that.” -Einstein

“It does SO f…ing look like her!” -Picasso

“How the f… did you work that out?” -Pythagoras

“You want WHAT on the f…ing ceiling?” -Michaelangelo

“I don’t suppose it’s gonna f…ing rain.” -Joan of Arc

“Scattered f…ing showers…my ass!” -Noah

“I need this parade like I need a f…ing hole in my head!” -JFK

“Aw, c’mon Monica, who the f… is going to find out?” -Bill Clinton