lol..so theres a conclusion..
swear when it is needed..
closed!!!!

A lot of thread deletion going around recently...

Personally, I don't mind - just don't over-do it.  I seriously don't see the point in swearing, but if you must use it, go ahead, but keep it in moderation (eg, don't make a post which is like 50% swearing).

Actually the word filter is there just for fun :D

who deleted it?
i only re-closed it after some one re-opened it..

it doesn't really need to be closed by the way...

I dislike swearing in general.

When I say it in real life, I have to force myself a bit to say it.

And when typing a curse word, it seems to make my post stupid.

fudge this thread

Lol, yeah. :D

fudge + spoon = fun.

Hmm, how about poo poo » poo?  (mainly cause one of my lectures keeps saying "PIECE OF POO")

poo poo and damn I don't consider curse words.

How 'bout damn » silly little goose

and gay » In the greenest of our valleys
   By good angels tenanted,
Once a fair and stately palace -
   Radiant palace - reared its head.
In the monarch Thought's dominion -
   It stood there!
Never seraph spread a pinion
   Over fabric half so fair!

Banners yellow, glorious, golden,
   On its roof did float and flow,
(This - all this - was in the olden
   Time long ago,)
And every gentle air that dallied,
   In that sweet day,
Along the ramparts plumed and pallid,
   A winged odor went away.

Wanderers in that happy valley,
   Through two luminous windows, saw
Spirits moving musically,
   To a lute's well-tuned law,
Round about a throne where, sitting
   (Porphyrogene!)
In state his glory well befitting,
   The ruler of the realm was seen.

And all with pearl and ruby glowing
   Was the fair palace-door,
Through which came flowing, flowing, flowing,
   And sparkling evermore,
A troop of Echoes, whose sweet duty
   Was but to sing,
In voices of surpassing beauty,
   The wit and wisdom of their king.

But evil things, in robes of sorrow,
   Assailed the monarch's high estate.
(Ah, let us mourn! - for never morrow
   Shall dawn upon him desolate!)
And round about his home, the glory
   That blushed and bloomed
Is but a dim-remembered story
   Of the old time emtombed.

And travelers now, within that valley,
   Through the red-litten windows see
Vast forms, that move fantastically
   To a discordant melody,
While, like a ghastly rapid river,
   Through the pale door
A hideous throng rush out forever
   And laugh - but smile no more.

double you tee eff