A Laughter Club Community Group
We would like to invite you to join our group! A Laughter Club is for people who understand just how serious a matter humor is to one's survival and even to one's success in life. We share jokes, riddles, short stories, and other laughter-provoking thoughts. We have one simple rule: If you wouldn't say it to a child because it contains inappropriate...
WHEN TO START CUSSING
One morning 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 smiles and nods his head in approval. The 6
year old continues, "When we go downstairs for breakfast, Iâm gonna say
something with hell and you say something with 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 washes his mouth
out with soap and locks him in his room shouting "You can stay there
until I decide to 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 donât know, he blubbers, "but you can bet your fat ass it won't be
Cheerios!"
One morning 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 smiles and nods his head in approval. The 6
year old continues, "When we go downstairs for breakfast, Iâm gonna say
something with hell and you say something with 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 washes his mouth
out with soap and locks him in his room shouting "You can stay there
until I decide to 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 donât know, he blubbers, "but you can bet your fat ass it won't be
Cheerios!"
Thankyou!
Hugs xx.
I remember my first bad word too, i said the F word in a scit i was playing for my parent,s, i knew by the look on their face it must be a really naughty word and promptly started to cry!.
Luckily they were really calm and gave me a calm talking to.