My grandma is a lady. She doesn't swear, act fresh, or dress inappropriately.
In fact, she has NEVER said the 'F' word and she maintained that I would likely see my death before I ever heard it from her mouth.
That sentence was true until last Saturday. I came downstairs to help put up Christmas decorations. Apparently I was too late.
grandma: "Thanks for your help."
me: "Well, you need to ask when you want people to help you."
grandma: "I did. Everything is done but the Christmas lights."
me: "Well here I am so I guess I'll put up the fucking Christmas lights."
grandma: "I don't have any fucking Christmas lights."
She said it. And I think she nailed it. If you're only going to use the word once in your life... use it wisely. It made me very happy and I hung the Christmas lights outside in the cold.
Later she told me I backed her into a corner and she had no choice but to say it. Her reasoning only makes me love it more. She's a fighter.