I found this amazing story earlier: Just Once
On the language front, no. I was pretty sure, as I reviewed the previous night’s events once more, that I had shied away from the words I thought to be too hurtful. On the other hand...
I said aloud, over the whine of the vacuum cleaner, “You dope, you ran out of other hands an hour ago.”
...On the other hand, calling my beloved wife “cunt-face” hadn’t exactly been planned out as a safe thing to say. Where the heck had that come from? All right, say that when it came to language I had been right on the edge.