Sometimes, no other word will do.  The smiles on the people dropping the F-bomb in the linked video almost make the word sound friendly . . . like it doesn’t really belong on George Carlin’s list of the “seven words you can’t say on television.”  Indeed, it reminded me of when Carlin made the case for taking “tits” off the list:

Tits doesn’t even belong on the list, you know. It’s such a friendly sounding word. It sounds like a nickname. ‘Hey, Tits, come here. Tits, meet Toots, Toots, Tits, Tits, Toots.’ It sounds like a snack doesn’t it? Yes, I know, it is, right. But I don’t mean the sexist snack, I mean, New Nabisco Tits. The new Cheese Tits, and Corn Tits and Pizza Tits, Sesame Tits Onion Tits, Tater Tits, Yeah. Betcha can’t eat just one. That’s true I usually switch off . But I mean that word does not belong on the list.

Anyway, I haven’t seem the F-bomb used to such good effect since Planes, Trains, and Automobiles . . . though there were no smiles to be had there. (Except on the people watching the movie.)

H/T: R.S. McCain.