My mishaps tend to frequently involve narrow spaces to work on, filthy hands, banged up fingers and knuckles, strained wrists, and really super-stuck nuts and bolts. If profanity bothers you, you definitely do not want to be in the garage with me while I'm working on my car. Other than that, it usually takes quite a bit, such as explaining to my therapist how stressful the past month has been, and then as if Fate wants to make a point by flicking me with a big middle finger, I leave my appointment and my car won't start.
Why? Because given the context, it doesn't matter what words you use, they all generally mean and imply the same thing.