I c..c..c...c...can't spit 'em out. Mom didn't. She passed on the trait. I have managed quite well without them. Having a broad grasp of the English language, I can usually insult my target without them ever realizing it. What do I say when I smash my thumb? DratDratDratDratDrat Oh My.
Men watch their language around me, blushing and saying "Excuse my French" if they slip. It makes them look all cute and bashful. There is another great side-benefit. People think I am real smart. And polite. And nice.