A little boy named Bobbie wakes up one morning and decides it's time to start talking like the grownups.
Bobbie says to himself, "I'll say 'hell'"; and then "I'll say 'ass'".
He goes downstairs for breakfast.
Mom asks Bobbie what he wants.
He says: “Oh hell, Mom, I think I’ll have some Cheerios.”
She wallops him several stinging blows to his head.
Then she says, "once again; what do you want for breakfast".
Bobbie winces, thinks and says: “I don’t know… but you can bet your ass it won’t be those fucking Cheerios!”
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