There are certain occupations that just lend themselves to cussing. For instance:

What is the job title for a person working in a winery that wets the corks before they are inserted into the bottles?

cork soaker.

What is the job title for the person who places the wet cement on bricks for the brick layer who places the brick in just the right position?

Mortar Forker.

Nice job Rick.

And a member of the Durham minor league team is called a "Bulls' hitter". :D

Hey, Spaceballs managed a PG with some pretty bad language.

Good parody, Rick. I'd comment further, but it's lunchtime. Goin' to Fuddruckers.

If I'm a fan of yours, does that make me a Rickhead? Because that would be a shame.

Let's not forget the folks who deliver Mothers brand cookies throughout the west. They're a bunch of Mothers Truckers.

When you don't like the horn section in an orchestra, you call them "Brassholes"

Rick D - Well spoken. Now...think back...way back...Did you EVER even consider for a moment in your younger days that you might find yourself as the messenger of probity at some point in your life? Your parody brought a number of situations and people to mind, I guess one of the funniest was about 23 or 24 years ago when I was Office Mgr. at a Termite Company in Long Beach. I went with this other fellow named Paul who was a licensed inspector give a homeowner the estimate and report for the work they needed. The husbank wasn't home but his foreign-born wife was. Apparently he hadn't bothered to teach her much English and some that he did was ummm...a little "Non-Standard". So everything Paul the Inspector said to this lady brought this one and same reply (with the same emphasis each time): "Well THAT'S some kinda SH*T" - At first we were somewhat taken aback because we thought she was telling us she was angry with us about it so Paul was trying to diligently explain all the different things that needed to be done and justify his price. After 4 or 5 tries, each more detail, with hand gesticulation, increased volume, exaggerated pronunciation and even a few quick hand sketches that kinda looked like bugs eating wood it finally dawned on us that she had no idea what he was saying. So we said "Please give this to your husband, thank you", to which she replied "Well THAT'S some kinda SH*T". We walked out to his truck, he looked at me and he goes, "You know what I thinK?", and in unison we go ""Well THAT REALLY was some kinda SH*T" - I don't think he got the job either.

DKTOS again, bummer!

When I was a kid in the sixties, some friends of my parents turned them on to something called "Mother F*kker's Candy." It was, apparently, a one-woman business. She made and sold her candy locally and had quite a following for a while. It was kind of chocolate-y and carmel-y... it was some of the best candy that I've ever had. But for some reason she got a lot of sh*t for her name...

You can tell that someone in the distance has a cold when you hear a far cough...