Heyup Rob that nice Jerky Herky wants to give you one.
A new swearword that is. Raginfratzin, comes straight out of "The Muppets-Uncut" and is right alongside Muggerfugger
Swearing is swearing. What is acceptable in a man’s bar is not acceptable at home. Even after sixteen years in Mrs Aitch`s company, she still pulls me up for not effing and blinding enough

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Dozy F%^eing B%%er, you think she’d be used to it, by now
A team of builders started renovating a house next to where a little girl was living. She was sweetness personified, all blonde curls and bubbly.
Each day as the men ate their lunch, the little girl would visit them and chat. The men would get the little girl to "help" them in their work
She became their little mascot, and pretty soon they all started bringing her treats to share at lunch break. At the end of the first week, the foreman presented the little girl with a pay packet containing one pound. It was her "wages" for the week’s work!
Mummy took the little girl round to the bank, in order to open an account and teach the child the value of money. The bank manager happened to be behind the counter at the time and for such a "special" customer, he rolled out the red carpet and ushered them both into his office.
"Tell me, little girl, how can I help you?"
"I’d like to open a bank account, please"
"A bank account? And what would you like to pay into your bank account?"
"My wages" she says, triumphantly!
The bank manager asks the little girl all about her” job" on the building site and how she helps the workers.
"Will you be finishing the house, soon?" asks the bank manager.
"If those f&cking lazy barstewards down the f&cking builder`s yard ever get off their f&cking lazy arses and deliver the f&cking plasterboard, we might. Bunch of cults, all of`em"
Down yer, swearing is de riguer. On the tv news or current affair progs it`s not something one notices anymore. It`s just always there.
There is nothing similar to the "polite conversation" we used to enjoy on long summer evenings, in the cotswolds.
As an example, I heard this, last Sunday,(put on yer best Oz accent)
"Hey `Arry bloke, you Pommy Cult! How are you farkin goin mate, flat out like a farkin lizard drinking or what, ye cult? Are ye geddin enough mate are ye? Hey, are ye? Farkin looks like you are. Lacky farkin barsted. Get this farkin tinnie India ya cult! Look at that farkin Sheila, mate, what?

Talk about two puppys under the blanket! `Strewth mate, I`ve gorn all stiff"
Mind you, that was the Padre, after church parade
Mrs Aitch was the picture of "Genteel Refainment" as she smiled, demurely at the Padre. Out of the corner of her mouth, she whispered" Tell the w4nker to fark off `arry, `e`s starting to get on me tits"
Aye,
