My dad was a master. As a little kid he would watch his language around us but when he was working on our old car well that was another thing. You would never see my dad's face, only his feet sticking out from under the car fixing something and cussin like a sailor. I once asked my mom, what part of the car is a "dirty bastard" she was in horror. I said dad is trying to replace that part and it must be really hard to replace cause he keeps saying "get in there you dirty bastard". To this day I don't know what part that is but it is really tough to replace.