I have an odd habit. Whenever I swear (and by swear I mean “ass” and “hell”, very rarely anything truly vulgar), I say “pardon my french” right afterwards.

*I* know it’s not french. The people I’m talking to know it’s not french.

Maybe I hope by tossing in an oddism, folk forget that I just swore. But the odd thing is that I didn’t really swear in the first place.

I have no idea where I picked this up. It’s like a hook a character in some crappy comedy movie has. He does it over and over again, nobody laughs, but it makes him feel like everything is right in the world.

Truly odd.