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A 6 year old and a 4 year old are upstairs in their bedroom. 'You know what?' says the 6 year old. 'I think it's about time we started cussing.

The 4 year old nods his head in approval. The 6 year old continues, 'When we go downstairs for breakfast, I'm goanna say something with hell and you say something with ass.' The 4 year old agrees with enthusiasm.

When the mother walks into the kitchen and asks the 6 year old what he wants for breakfast, he replies, 'Aw, hell, Mom, I guess I'll have some Cheerios.'



WHACK! He he gets a smack, and he runs upstairs crying his eyes out.

She then looks at the 4 year old and asks with a stern voice, 'And what do YOU want for breakfast, young man?'

I don't know, he blubbers, 'but you can bet your fat ass it won't be Cheerios!'

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I have a true story.....about myself. When I eight, I went to a Catholic school...........with nuns and everything. I would walk to school with other children. This is was in Chicago and we had to walk under a viaduct at one point. On the cement walls there was graffiti and some of the kids wanted me to say that f-word. It was just a word to me.........I had never heard it before and I said it several times. Well, somehow the NUNS got word of my foul mouth and I was called into the NUN PRINCIPAL OFFICE. She had the "board of education" in her hand ready to paddle me, but when she talked to me and saw the obvious innocence in my voice, she dismissed me. I remember I was embarrassed because I was never in trouble before. I was also confused. All that fuss about a word.

mikeinie;1087622 wrote: A 6 year old and a 4 year old are upstairs in their bedroom. 'You know what?' says the 6 year old. 'I think it's about time we started cussing.

The 4 year old nods his head in approval. The 6 year old continues, 'When we go downstairs for breakfast, I'm goanna say something with hell and you say something with ass.' The 4 year old agrees with enthusiasm.

When the mother walks into the kitchen and asks the 6 year old what he wants for breakfast, he replies, 'Aw, hell, Mom, I guess I'll have some Cheerios.'



WHACK! He he gets a smack, and he runs upstairs crying his eyes out.

She then looks at the 4 year old and asks with a stern voice, 'And what do YOU want for breakfast, young man?'

I don't know, he blubbers, 'but you can bet your fat ass it won't be Cheerios!'
whoa.... whoa....