A 7 year old boy and his 4 year old brother are upstairs in their bedroom. 'You know what?', says the 7 year old, 'I think it's about time we started swearing.'
The 4 year old nods his head in approval.
'When we go downstairs for breakfast I'm going to swear first, then you swear after me, OK?'
'OK, OK' the 4 year old agrees with enthusiasm.
The mother walks into the kitchen and asks the 7 year old what he wants for breakfast. 'I'll have some of that Weetbix sh*t !'
*SMACK*!! He flew out of his chair, tumbled across the kitchen floor, got up, and ran upstairs crying his eyes out.
She looked at the 4 year old and asked with a stern voice,'And what do YOU want for breakfast, young man????'
'I don't know,' he blubbers, 'but it won't be f*cking Weetbix!'
'When we go downstairs for breakfast I'm going to swear first, then you swear after me, OK?'
'OK, OK' the 4 year old agrees with enthusiasm.
The mother walks into the kitchen and asks the 7 year old what he wants for breakfast. 'I'll have some of that Weetbix sh*t !'
*SMACK*!! He flew out of his chair, tumbled across the kitchen floor, got up, and ran upstairs crying his eyes out.
She looked at the 4 year old and asked with a stern voice,'And what do YOU want for breakfast, young man????'
'I don't know,' he blubbers, 'but it won't be f*cking Weetbix!'
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