You shouldn’t let your cursing become repetitive.
My father has done more than his share of cursing, but when I was a child he’d often start his tirades with the same opening salvo of six specific words in the same order, delivered in the exact same tone and volume every time. Eventually, my brothers and I started laughing (or desperately trying not to laugh) whenever we heard it, which didn’t make him curse less.
Note from Missy: You can’t leave it at that, Scott. We need to know the six words.
Note from Scott: Since you asked, they were “Jesus Christ, son of a bitch!”