I'm in the same boat as Setzer. I learned pretty much everything I know about cursing from riding in the car with my dad. If some idiot cut him off, he'd let loose, then turn to the backseat where my brother and I were, and would tell us not to say that. If my mom wasn't in the car, he's buy us a slice of pizza or something to get us all excited and forget about the f-bombs.

Today, I curse fairly regularly, but I can shut it off when I need to. When I'm around strangers or acquaintances, I'm pretty good about it, but other than that, you never know what profanities will come next. F*ck is my most common word now, and for a while it used to be c*nt, but that was mostly in relation to my ex.