frodar
04-25-2005, 05:42 AM
Kids cussin'
> >
> > 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
> > gonna 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 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 with every step.
> >
> > His Mom locks him in his room and shouts, "You can stay there until 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."
> >
> > 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
> > gonna 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 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 with every step.
> >
> > His Mom locks him in his room and shouts, "You can stay there until 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."