Good Help IS Really Hard To Find

My husband works at a body shop. There's been a long string of people coming and going through there. Then there are the die-hards that are in it for the long run. The ones that don't stay for very long always blow smoke out their asses about their abilities. When it comes to doing the actual work, they just stand there with dumb looks on their faces until one of the die-hards hold their hand for the rest of the day. One die-hard in particular, Pete, starts every sentence with m_____f__k_r. My husband witnessed Pete walking up to the boss, and starts with "M_____f__K_r, blah blah..." The boss's eye just bugged out. "Did you just call me m_____f__r?!?" Pete just blinked for a second and went on with his rant, starting with the MF word. He calls everybody that. It's his word for "hey you". I asked my husband why do they put up with that. He said Pete does good work, and around the area we live, it's really hard to find. Pete got a really gravelly crotchety old man voice. We thought it would be funny to hear him before sex: "Take them panties off, m_____f_k_r!!!"