One day I was building a bookcase and every now and then I would hit my thumb with the hammer. When I did, I would shout "Quack, Quack!" then go back to work until I hit my thumb again. Every time I hit my thumb I'd shout, "Quack, Quack".
Well, my wife's curiosity got the best of her, so she came over and asked me why I was saying quack quack all the time?
I responded, "It's the only foul language I know."
