I had a college professor who was rather old fashioned, had perfect diction and (so far as I could tell) used perfect grammar. Surely, he would NEVER use foul language.
There were a few students in the class who found ridiculous delight in trying to get the professor flustered. We could often surmise that he was angry and frustrated and yet never really let it show. Until one day....
One of the troublemakers was not prepared to hand in a paper that was due. He tried every tactic he could to get the professor to accept his excuses. The professor was turning red and trying very hard not to lose his control, when suddenly he pounded his fist on the desk and "Oh my gosh", we thought, "could this be it?" The professor took a deep breath, his eyes widened, another breath and finally, in rich round tones and trillings his "r", he said, "Young man, that's just (pausing while he searched for the right words) rrrrigid feces!
And that was the end of that.
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