"Ya mean I can't say 'piss'?"
"'Bitch', is that a curse word?"
"You're kidding, really? You don't want me to talk about shit? Why not? Man, I've got to really watch out. I guess I can't say 'fuck', either, huh? You know what they say, you can talk about fucking, you can fuck, but you can't say 'fuck'."
"You know, if I had breasts, I'd never get anything done, because I'd just be playing with them all day."
No, this is not everything that came out of Jesus Bill's mouth today. Just a sampling. Since, like dinner. Which was around 7. And he went out to be in his camper around 8:30. And I think I blanked out about half the time.
By the time we parted, he was muttering "Jesus, Bill!" after every other sentence.