Sittin here bloggin' and readin'.
Pool (not pumped up yet, but clean and the fresh water is rising) starts leaking over the side, it's flopping and collapsing.
"Eric! The pool is collapsing! You forgot to pump it up!" I shout into the den.
"Son of a biscuit! I was about to sit down in front of the ac and tie a fly, to cool off!" complains he.
"Son of a biscuit!?!" questions Trev. "You mean son of a bitch!"
Somehow, the "b-word" -as I think of it- lost its power to offend in that particular sentence.