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Start Cussing...

Posted: September 3, 2003 8:28 am
by Fruitcakes101
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 start cussing." The 4-year-old nods his head in approval.
The 6-year-old continues. "When we go downstairs for breakfast I'm gonna say "hell" and you say "ass."
"OK!" The 4 year old agrees with enthusiasm.
Their mother walks into the kitchen and asks the 6-year-old what he wants for breakfast.
"Aw hell, Mom, I guess I'll have some Cheerios."
WHACK! He flies out of his chair, tumbles across the kitchen floor, gets up, and runs upstairs crying his eyes out, with his mother in hot pursuit, slapping his rear every step. The mom locks him in his room & shouts "You can just stay there till I let you out!" She then comes back downstairs, 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!

Posted: September 3, 2003 11:09 am
by Pencil Thin (inactive)
:lol: :lol: Those Cheerios will get you every time! :cry:

Posted: September 3, 2003 12:01 pm
by Air M'Ville Cap'n
:lol: :lol: :lol:

Posted: September 3, 2003 9:50 pm
by *wahine*surfer
:lol: :lol: :lol: :lol:

Posted: September 4, 2003 1:53 am
by daddymention
That's a good one!!! :lol: :lol: :lol:

Posted: September 4, 2003 6:47 pm
by Ceol na Mara
:lol: :lol: :lol:

That reminds me of a story my Mom used to tell me about one of her friends when she was little. The father was a very good man who loved his children dearly. Probably his only fault was that he cursed a lot. He used to bring home candy for his kids every day and hide it in his pockets for them to find. One day he came home very tired with no candy. The kids searched and searched, but couldn't find any candy. Finally, the youngest little boy said, "The son of a b**** really doesn't have any!"

Posted: September 4, 2003 7:01 pm
by Air M'Ville Cap'n
Ceol na Mara wrote::lol: :lol: :lol:

That reminds me of a story my Mom used to tell me about one of her friends when she was little. The father was a very good man who loved his children dearly. Probably his only fault was that he cursed a lot. He used to bring home candy for his kids every day and hide it in his pockets for them to find. One day he came home very tired with no candy. The kids searched and searched, but couldn't find any candy. Finally, the youngest little boy said, "The son of a b**** really doesn't have any!"
LOL thats hilarious :lol: