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A 5 year old and a 4 year old are upstairs in their bedroom. You know what?" says the 5 year old, "I think it's about time we start swearing."
The 4 year old nods his head in approval. The 5 year old continues, "When we go downstairs for breakfast, I'm going to say 'fucken hell' and you say 'fucken ass', OK?"
The 4 year old agrees with enthusiasm.
The mother walks into the kitchen and asks the 5 year old what he wants for breakfast. "Aw, fucken 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.
The Mom 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 fucken ass it won't be Cheerios!"
merci Bernard


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