ez68vet
05-25-2004, 08:45 PM
A seven-year-old boy and his four-year-old brother
> were upstairs in
> their bedroom. "You know what?" said the seven year
> old. "I think it's
> about time we start swearing."
>
> The four year old nodded his head in approval.
>
> "When we go downstairs for breakfast, I'm gonna say
> hell, and you say
> ***, okay?" The four year old agreed with
> enthusiasm.
>
> The mother walked into the kitchen and asked the
> seven year old what he
> wanted for breakfast. "Aw hell, Mom, I guess I'll
> have some Cheerios."
>
> WHACK! He flew out of his chair, tumbled across the
> floor, got up and
> ran upstairs crying his eyes out. The mother looked
> at the four year old
> and asked with a stern voice, "And what do you want
> for breakfast, young
> man?"
>
> "I don't know," he blubbered, "but you can bet your
> *** it won't be
> Cheerios."
:luxhello:
> were upstairs in
> their bedroom. "You know what?" said the seven year
> old. "I think it's
> about time we start swearing."
>
> The four year old nodded his head in approval.
>
> "When we go downstairs for breakfast, I'm gonna say
> hell, and you say
> ***, okay?" The four year old agreed with
> enthusiasm.
>
> The mother walked into the kitchen and asked the
> seven year old what he
> wanted for breakfast. "Aw hell, Mom, I guess I'll
> have some Cheerios."
>
> WHACK! He flew out of his chair, tumbled across the
> floor, got up and
> ran upstairs crying his eyes out. The mother looked
> at the four year old
> and asked with a stern voice, "And what do you want
> for breakfast, young
> man?"
>
> "I don't know," he blubbered, "but you can bet your
> *** it won't be
> Cheerios."
:luxhello: