Low_Roads
4th Level Black Feather
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A 6 year old and a 4 year old are upstairs in their bedroom, discussing the course of their lives.
"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 down for breakfast, I'm gonna say something with hell and you say something with ass."
The 4 year old agrees enthusiastically.
So off they traipse to the breakfast table. Mom asks the 6 year old what he wants to eat.
"Aw hell, Ma. I guess I'll have me some Cheerios."
WHACK! He flies out of his chair, tumbles across the kitchen floor, gets up, dashes upstairs screaming and crying, with mom in hot pursuit slapping his rear with every step. She locks him in his room, shouting, "Now stay there until I decide to let you out!"
Back down mom stalks. She looks the 4 year old in the eye and demands in a stern tone, "And what do you want for breakfast, young man?"
"I don't know", the boy blubbers. "But you can bet your fat ass it won't be Cheerios!"
"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 down for breakfast, I'm gonna say something with hell and you say something with ass."
The 4 year old agrees enthusiastically.
So off they traipse to the breakfast table. Mom asks the 6 year old what he wants to eat.
"Aw hell, Ma. I guess I'll have me some Cheerios."
WHACK! He flies out of his chair, tumbles across the kitchen floor, gets up, dashes upstairs screaming and crying, with mom in hot pursuit slapping his rear with every step. She locks him in his room, shouting, "Now stay there until I decide to let you out!"
Back down mom stalks. She looks the 4 year old in the eye and demands in a stern tone, "And what do you want for breakfast, young man?"
"I don't know", the boy blubbers. "But you can bet your fat ass it won't be Cheerios!"
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