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A young couple was having a hard time reining in their twin eight year old boys' swearing. At home, in school, in public, with company, on the phone; every other sentence was "fuck this" or "fuck that".Late one night, after the twins were in bed, mom and dad began plotting how to control their filthy language. They decided to beat the hell out of the next one to swear within earshot.Next morning the twins bounce down the stairs into the kitchen for breakfast. "What can I get you boys to eat" asks mom cheerfully. "How 'bout a bowl of fucking cheerios" chirps the first. Even before the words had finished leaving his mouth, his father smacked the boy's face so hard he landed in the kitchen sink. His mom pulled him out and punched him right in the gut. To finish the job, his father drop kicked the boy all the way back upstairs to his bedroom shouting "Maybe you'd like to think about that and start your day over again!" Mom, wiping some sweat from her brow, calmly turned back to the other boy and asked what he would like for breakfast.White as a sheet and shaking with fear he answered "Well I don't know, but I sure as shit don't want no fucking cheerios!"
A young couple was having a hard time reining in their twin eight year old boys' swearing. At home, in school, in public, with company, on the phone; every other sentence was "fuck this" or "fuck that".
Late one night, after the twins were in bed, mom and dad began plotting how to control their filthy language. They decided to beat the hell out of the next one to swear within earshot.
Next morning the twins bounce down the stairs into the kitchen for breakfast. "What can I get you boys to eat" asks mom cheerfully. "How 'bout a bowl of fucking cheerios" chirps the first. Even before the words had finished leaving his mouth, his father smacked the boy's face so hard he landed in the kitchen sink. His mom pulled him out and punched him right in the gut. To finish the job, his father drop kicked the boy all the way back upstairs to his bedroom shouting "Maybe you'd like to think about that and start your day over again!" Mom, wiping some sweat from her brow, calmly turned back to the other boy and asked what he would like for breakfast.
White as a sheet and shaking with fear he answered "Well I don't know, but I sure as shit don't want no fucking cheerios!"