My Dad didn't swear very much when I was growing up , but when he did let loose with the occasional "hell" or "damn", he was always quick to say, "Excuse my French".
Well, I went to a Catholic grade school back in the early 1960s, and one day in second grade the nun asked the class if anyone could speak a foreign language. So I raised my hand............. -"BB"-
"I'd rather die while I'm living than live while I'm dead." "Some of it's magic, and some of it's tragic, but I've had a good life all the way."