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There was a lady who was always going to see the wrestling, and, whenever she saw me fighting against the good guys, she used to curse me and kick me with her umbrella because she thought I was bad and cruel for real. I thank Saint James the Apostle for I managed to talk with her in private to explain that I’m only playing a bad character but I’m not really like this. Now we are friends.

Hell Warrior Jr. — Coacalco, State of Mexico

When I was returning after having coated my brother-in-law’s house and with few drinks inside, the fucking devil appeared to me. I ran so fast out of there that I even sobered up. I asked the Holy Lord of Chalma to look after me and deliver me from the evil. Now I’m thanking and promise not to use an expression “Devil fucks your mother” ever again.

Jose Trinidad Martinez de Jesus
Tacuba neighborhood, Mexico City
July 6, 1984

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To the Burdened Christ carrying his cross, I’ve set up my swear jar and a legend for how much each swear word costs. I guess this part of my New Year resolution along with getting fit by cycling in the morning.

2nd of January, 2007

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My daughter Laura is a real beauty but when she got angry she cursed like a sailor. I was so ashamed and embarrass for her, I prayed to the Virgin of Zapopan. One day my daughter was about to curse but instead there were frogs, snakes and little devils falling out of her mouth. Now she speaks rather cautiously, chasing the right words and trying to speak politely. I thank the Virgin for this miracle.

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Holy Shroud, thank you for your favor. My buddy Valeriano and I were drinking and heard a moan. We turned and saw a ghost of a little girl. We started cursing it and it disappeared.

Romulo Infante
Mexico City, 1953

My husband got a parrot as a gift. The parrot sang obscene songs. My children didn’t understand it but were very happy and memorized all this filthiness. I asked Saint Francis to bring the parrot under control because my husband didn’t want to give it away. With saint’s help and with great patience I managed to make the parrot to sing nursery rhymes.