A six year old and a four year old are upstairs in



their bedroom. "You know what?" says the six year



old. "I think it's about time we started cussing."



The four year old nods his head in approval. The



six year old continues, "When we go downstairs for



breakfast, I'm gonna' say something with hell and you



say something with ***." The four year old agrees



with enthusiasm. When the mother walks into the



kitchen and asks the six 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 stay



there until I let you out!" She then comes back



downstairs, looks at the four 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."

 

LMAO...I bet that kid got the beat down...I can picture it now...no mommy he made me say it...::whoop ***::

 

HAHAHA thats damn good

 

HAHAHAHA I laughed so hard. Cant stop laughing. :clap:

 

thats was a good one...

 

made me chuckle...:clap:

 

i would be the kid in the room...haha...but my grandfather would have the belt out by then...(i lived w/ my grandparents and my mom for a lil over 14 years)

 

lmao, that was something good to wake up to in the morning!

 

lmao, that was a good one...

 

Q. why does the bike always lose against the car???








































A. The bike is always too tired lol

 

did ya get that off a fu(kin popsicle stick?