In my youth I practiced and memorized this stream for those occasions when a miss directed hammer blow struck the thumb.

Dad blasted, stinkin filthy, son of a low down, yellow belly crawling, no good horse-stealing, wife swapping, drunken bilge drinking Irish sea captain.

Which was long enough to get through ANY immediate shock and pain while stomping around.

For cursing - Latin was great - "Fillim ranum semper tibi moderant calsus"(sic) Son-of-a-frog-may-the mosquittos-always-bite. (creating curses was far more interesting than Gaulic Wars or Aeneid)

Sincerely,
Gargoyle

(As hard as it may be to imagine - I am NOT prone to profanity nor coarse jesting.)