There's a wonderful line in a one-man play series going around Ontario, called Letter from Wingfield Farm. In this play, an extremely elderly horse-wrangler is training the neophyte farmer's horses to be a team. They take off with the old chap at the reins, and he lets forth a stream of profanity that, while delightful to this priest, would make a stevedore blush. The line is: "The horses stopped. I don't think they had ever heard anyone swear in complete sentences before."

Go for it Alan; you're the best!