My roommate came to visit at the end of summer, and we played quite a lot of the game Skate. In this game, you wipe out. A lot. After a particularly nasty fall on a half-pipe, he said something along the lines of "There's facial debris all over that ramp now."
And thus, the first Two Bad Words were born, and with it, the idea for this blog.
Later that week, we were still discussing this phrase, because it was so violent, and stuck with us so well. I brought up that it's such a bad phrase, there is no possible way it could ever be used with a positive connotation. To which he responded, "No, I can think of one. 'Good news! We found your facial debris!'"
Touché.
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