It has been well-documented that we love to swear. But, believe it or not, we weren’t always the foul-mouthed tramps you see today. There was a time, as itty bitty Scanners, when we merely flirted with cursing. Letting out an occasional “ass” or “damn” (and sometimes, if we were really pushing it, a “shit”), and then looking around anxiously to see if anyone caught us or cared. This story, of a father teaching his son the worst swear word in the world, took us back to our days as little limone-mouthed assholes.