POSITIVE PROFANITIES.

Sometimes when I’m walking down the streets and I hear people yelling profanities at each other, I get really sad. I wonder who decided that “F*** YOU!”, or “THAT DOESN’T MEAN SH**”, or “SHE’S SUCH A B****” were going to take shape in negative and insulting ways.

Wouldn’t it be awesome if there were positive profanities? That way instead of all those mean, loud, explosive, statements, people could express beautiful thoughts in the form of nice, loud, explosive statements.

Then if I thought someone was being ridiculously nice, I could be like “YOU KNOW WHAT, FLIZ YOU!” And in rap songs when a guy wanted to get romantic with a girl, he could be like, “DANG, YOU’RE SO CUTE, I JUST WANT TO FLIZ YOU.” Or if someone let you take their seat in the bus you could be like, “WOW, YONK YOU”. 

And, if positive profanities existed, I think that a lot more people would be smiling, because they could sound really hilarious.

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