My curse of choice is usually shit. It slips out of my mouth without any warning. Stub my toe, shit. Burn my hand, shit. Hit a big pothole, shit. That last one provoked Nate's first curse repeat. Jon hasn't let me live if down.
I've adapted other words to replace my cursing:
- Shiitake (I think I got this from Austin Powers)
- Son of a biscuit
- Oh, craptastic
- Frack (Thanks Battlestar Galactica)