Well, here are the poll results so far. 30 people have voted, and a stunning 13 of them have said that their favourite swear word is 'Fuck'.
These results are a stunning reaffirmation of the continuing importance of the classics in modern Swearology, but a personal disappointment for me, who was hoping to see a win for 'Bloody Hell!'.
A number of other obscenities are vying for second and third places, including 'Cunt!' (4 votes), 'Shit!' and 'Zounds!' (just 1 point below the current second-place getter, on 3 votes).
Also on 3 votes is 'Bloody Hell'. Two of those voters were me...
The full list of results, in descending order, from 'most votes' to 'least votes', is here appended:
-Fuck! 43% 13
-Shit! 10% 3
-Cunt! 13% 4
-Bollocks! 7% 2
-Bloody Hell! 10% 3
-Damnation! 0% 0
-Zounds! 10% 3
-Bugger! 3% 1
-Blast! 0% 0
Something else (let us know in comments) 3% 1
In other news, I have just written what could be the most gratuitously obscene post in the history of blogging.
Bloody hell!
By Jove, Nadger! Get your wimple off our quidges! Mumsy might clasper to our racket!
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3 comments:
I like BALLS! In honour of Withnail.
"Balls to Monty?!?"
Daisy's back! Huzzah! Welcome back, Daisy - I was a bit scared those awful Reputzis had got you!
Everyone, I'd like you to meet Daisy. Daisy is a person who is a lamb who is a cat who is a flower that wears sunglasses, or something. Anyway, it's all summed up in the well-known poem by Byron (cue bass-player, and Sax backup):
"She walks in beauty, like the cat
That wears dark sunglasses at night
And swings through Harlem's streets so cool
As ... but did I get that right?"
I think I'd better stop now, to stop myself making an even bigger fool of myself than I have already managed to.
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