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From the files of the discerning and astute Revenoor, on
the subject of cussing...

A 6 year old and a 4 year old are raking the yard.

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 in for breakfast,
I'm gonna say something with hell and you say something
with the word ass."

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 shuts 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 ass
it won't be Cheerios!"
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