With a 15-month old I'm trying to stop using certain words. The c-word had worked its way into my regular vocabulary before he was born, and that's probably a bad thing. But some mornings the commute is so bad it's like riding through a retarded assholes convention and you can't help but let a few things slip you probably shouldn't.
I don't care if you're also on a bike, but if you run a red to turn and cut me off I'm going to throw a few words at you when I pass you. If you drive a cab but don't feel like stopping at a stop sign, I'm going to tell you to go fuck yourself. That's just the way things work. It's hotter than balls out and everyone is going crazy.
Current beer-scale: 9.5, just like the temperature out.