Snakes on a Plane – The TV Edit

Earlier this week, I cursed while talking to my boss. What was weird about it, was that an apology prefaced the actual expletive.

“Oops, sorry. Shit.”

We laughed about it. And I still have my job. With that being said, censorship is a terrible thing.

Taking away the beauty and passion of profanity and replacing it with some some socially acceptable, flakey fake fluffy, Huxtablian dilution is like digitally replacing cigarettes in movies with celery stalks and toothpicks. It’s funnier than it is purposeful.

“But what about the kids? What about those of us who want to hear music or watch movies without the curses?”

Watch different movies, listen to different music. If you want to stay current…well, fuck y’all. Seriously. And if per chance you have a child, and you are trying to keep them away from expletives by letting them have access to censored versions of actually content, you, my friend, should consider dying and giving your children away. That’s tantamount to putting your kids in the Garden of Eden with a sack of condoms and a map to the tree with the Forbidden Fruit and being like “And remember, no sex, no fruits.”

You’re a Monday to Friday monkey fighter.