Keeping priests honest

My uncle Michael told me yesterday they had to have the parish priest in the house, blessing all the rooms, because of all the bad language on this blog. I'd contaminated the village apparently, and the priest was taking remedial action by dousing all the houses with Holy water.
I certainly had no wish to inconvenience the priest like that.
Sometimes bad language is called for to emphasis a point, or to stress the significance of a particular thing. Although fuck it - I admit it - more often it's simply gratuitous.