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Cussing 101
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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
> > gonna say something with HELL and you say something with ASS."
> >
> > The 4-year-old agrees with enthusiasm.
> >
> > When their mother walks into the kitchen and asks the 6-year-old what
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> > he wants for breakfast, he replies,"Aw, hell, Mom, I guess I'll have
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> > 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 just 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 their 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 just 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."
> >
> >
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