Swearing a Blue Streak

I love my job at the library. Not because the job itself is intellectually stimulating, or even because I enjoy being quiet for 8 hrs a day (which I obviously don't). I love it because I work with some of the funniest, kindest and bizarre loons one would ever want to meet. My friend Diana is just such a person. Yesterday, she told me that she hopes that I develop Tourette's Syndrome. ! Not because she particularly wishes for me to have a debilitating neurological disorder, but rather because she thinks I would be a riot a minute. In her eyes, my own personal level of swearing would take on a whole new level. I realize that, more often than I should, I swear like a truck driver. This is not necessarily a good thing, and I have actually been making some sort of half-assed attempt to NOT do so quite as frequently. At any rate, Diana would apparently love me to swear completely uncontrollably. However, she did say that if I do develop said disorder, she would like to be my personal caretaker. Gee, thanks....