I LOVE F-BOMBS

I've decided to only print the truth. Not that I have a record of setting lies on the press; but I do want to keep it clean and pure. And one beautiful truth that's bubbled to the surface of late is that I love it when I, or a friend, drops a well-crafted F-Bomb.

There are plenty of extra-curricular and baloney cuss words that just fill space and ears. But thankfully, once or twice a day, I get to hear the real thing.

This is an homage to my ernest and foul-mouthed brothers and sisters, expressed with wood type and linoleum block. Thank you for dropping them.