When I was still in junior school, our team lost badly at football. I went home and told my parents we were well and truly buggered. (That’s what Jamie had said and I thought it sounded appropriately drastic.) Mum gasped and sternly said my name, and Dad sternly said that I shouldn’t use that word. I asked why not. Very patiently, he explained to me what it meant. I was a little taken aback and did indeed stop using that word.
When I was still in junior school, our team lost badly at football. I went home and told my parents we were well and truly buggered. (That’s what Jamie had said and I thought it sounded appropriately drastic.) Mum gasped and sternly said my name, and Dad sternly said that I shouldn’t use that word. I asked why not. Very patiently, he explained to me what it meant. I was a little taken aback and did indeed stop using that word.
In all fairness, it the British peoples’ fault for coming up with goofy names for non goofy matters.
May apologise on behalf of my people. I shall endeavour to only call it rectal intercourse from now on.