When I was a girl, back when hippies and Yuppies strolled the earth, a club for people trying to stop taking the Lord s name in vain posted a flyer on a church bulletin board that read: "Don t Cuss, Call Pruss." Some smart-alecky scribbler added, "Pruss will cuss for all of us." The club most certainly did not offer any such cussing proxy, and the defaced poster soon disappeared.