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You Know It's Time When... #3

You curse in French, even when talking to family and friends back home.

case in point: you forget words like shit, crap, f*ck. Or uffa, mad*nna, istrina, h*qq (Maltese). And replace them with merde, putain, chier, connasse... etc. The surprisingly splendid thing about the French language (aka language of amour) is that swearing is practically a lingusitic art. Swearing in French doesn't consist of one word vulgarisms, but a series that ends up in an entire sentence of rude words.
Example: va te faire foutre t'un espèce de merde, fils de pute!!
And the more lingusitically capable you are, the more colourful your sentence.
I enjoy listening to a French curse!

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