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11-07-2007 | 12:50 PM
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11-07-2007 | 12:55 PM
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11-07-2007 | 01:01 PM
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11-07-2007 | 01:02 PM
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11-07-2007 | 01:29 PM
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Here ya go..... http://www.ktmpress.com/100051.0.htm...ash=559dc1b549
11-07-2007 | 02:05 PM
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11-07-2007 | 03:08 PM
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11-07-2007 | 04:37 PM
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11-07-2007 | 05:26 PM
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A 6-year-old and 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 'hell' and you say '***'."
"OK," the 4-year-old agrees, with enthusiasm.
When their 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
just 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
*** it won't be Cheerios."
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 'hell' and you say '***'."
"OK," the 4-year-old agrees, with enthusiasm.
When their 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
just 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
*** it won't be Cheerios."
