Cussing
 

A 6 year old & 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 the mother walks into the kitchen & asks the 6 year old what he
wants for breakfast, he replies, "Aw, hell, Mom, 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 & 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 ass it won't be
Cheerios!"

--
John

Cussing
 

John wrote:
A 6 year old & 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 the mother walks into the kitchen & asks the 6 year old what he
wants for breakfast, he replies, "Aw, hell, Mom, 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 & 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 ass it won't be
Cheerios!"



Army humor?

Cussing
 

On Dec 10, 5:10*pm, Boater wrote:
John wrote:
A 6 year old & 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 the mother walks into the kitchen & asks the 6 year old what he
wants for breakfast, he replies, "Aw, hell, Mom, 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 & 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 ass it won't be
Cheerios!"

Army humor?

No. that was was told right before the union meeting was called to
order.

Cussing
 

On Dec 10, 6:10*pm, Boater wrote:
John wrote:
A 6 year old & 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 the mother walks into the kitchen & asks the 6 year old what he
wants for breakfast, he replies, "Aw, hell, Mom, 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 & 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 ass it won't be
Cheerios!"

Army humor?- Hide quoted text -

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No, just plain humor, something you know nothing about.