I am sitting in my car at some traffic lights listening to the radio.

"How we do" by The Game and 50 Cent came on. It was time to play my favourite radio game. I spent the three minutes and fifty five seconds drive guessing which naughty words had been omitted.

"Weed"
"Ass"
"Pistol"
"Bitch"
"Shit"
"Fuck"
"Shit"

I notice that my window is down and the other cars sitting at the traffic lights can hear me. One woman looks at me with disgust. I mouth "Tourette's Syndrom" to her and she smiles and nods.

Just when I thought my day of swearing is over I get to the secret location I'm going to and meet old Billy. He has a treat for me. He read some jokes in the Sunday People and has been saving them.

His first punchline was "Get out of the fucking way!". More swearing.

Now the joke wasn't that funny but hearing an old person swear always makes me laugh.