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<blockquote data-quote="moreluck" data-source="post: 613484" data-attributes="member: 1246">WHEN TO START CUSSING!&gt; &gt; A 6 year old and a 4 year old are upstairs in their bedroom. &gt; The 6 year old asks, &quot;You know what? I think it&#039;s about time we started cussing.&quot; The &gt; 4 year old nods his head in approval. The 6 year old continues, &quot;When we go downstairs &gt; for breakfast, I&#039;m gonna say something with hell and you say something with arse.&quot; &gt; The 4 year old agrees with enthusiasm. &gt; &gt; When the mother walks into the kitchen and asks the 6 year old what he wants for breakfast, &gt; he replies, &quot;Aw, hell, Mom, I guess I&#039;ll have some Cheerios. &gt; WHACK! He flies out of his chair, tumbles across the kitchen floor, gets up, and runs upstairs &gt; crying his eyes out, with his mother in hot pursuit, slapping his rear with every step. &gt; His mom locks him in his room and shouts, &gt; &quot;You can stay there until I let you out!&quot; &gt; &gt; She then comes back downstairs, looks at the 4 year old and asks with a stern voice, &gt; &quot;And what do YOU want for breakfast, young man?&quot; &gt; &quot;I don&#039;t know,&quot; he blubbers, &quot;but you can bet your fat arse it won&#039;t be Cheerios!&quot; &gt;</blockquote>

[QUOTE="moreluck, post: 613484, member: 1246"] WHEN TO START CUSSING! [FONT=Verdana][SIZE=2]>[/SIZE][/FONT] > A 6 year old and a 4 year old are upstairs in their bedroom. > The 6 year old asks, "You know what? 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 arse." > 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 arse it won't be Cheerios!" > [/QUOTE]

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