Fuck me! It turns out that expletives are good for you.
This is good news in my household. I live with a man who has the face of a boy bander and the vocabulary of a sailor (a heavy-drinking, heavy-cussing one, not the slightly camp, Donald O'Connoresque type he more closely resembles). I'm no scientist but I'm hoping that if I drop a few f-bombs before my next blow out, I may be able to save a few brain cells/ a liver or two.
Like I said, I'm no scientist.
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