larnin' to cuss.....

[littlejoe]

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 learning to cuss."
>>>
>>> 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 ash."
>>>
>>> The 4 year old agrees with enthusiasm.
>>>
>>> When the mother walks into the k i t c hen 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 k i t c hen 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 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 ash it won't
>>> be
Cheerios!"
>>>

 

[4Diamond]

That just made my day there!

 

[Hayguy]

now that's a "larnin' curve" :lol: :lol:

 

[jodywy]

A young Texan grew up wanting to be a lawman.
He grew up big, 6' 2", strong as a longhorn, and fast as a mustang. He
could shoot a bottle cap tossed in the air at 40 paces.
When he finally came of age, he applied to where he had only dreamed of
working: the West Texas Sheriff's Department.


After a series of tests and interviews, the Chief Deputy finally called
him into his office for the young man's last interview.

The Chief Deputy said, "You're a big strong kid and you can really
shoot. So far your qualifications all look good, but we have,
what you might call, an "Attitude Suitability Test", that you must take
before you can be accepted.
We just don't let anyone carry our badge, son."

Then, sliding a service pistol and a box of ammo across the desk, the
Chief said, "Take this pistol and go out and shoot:
six illegal aliens, six lawyers, six meth dealers, six Muslim
extremists, six Democrats, and a rabbit."
"Why the rabbit?" queried the applicant.
"You pass," said the Chief Deputy. "When can you start?"

 

[George]

A young Texan grew up wanting to be a lawman.
He grew up big, 6' 2", strong as a longhorn, and fast as a mustang. He
could shoot a bottle cap tossed in the air at 40 paces.
When he finally came of age, he applied to where he had only dreamed of
working: the West Texas Sheriff's Department.


After a series of tests and interviews, the Chief Deputy finally called
him into his office for the young man's last interview.

The Chief Deputy said, "You're a big strong kid and you can really
shoot. So far your qualifications all look good, but we have,
what you might call, an "Attitude Suitability Test", that you must take
before you can be accepted.
We just don't let anyone carry our badge, son."

Then, sliding a service pistol and a box of ammo across the desk, the
Chief said, "Take this pistol and go out and shoot:
six illegal aliens, six lawyers, six meth dealers, six Muslim
extremists, six Democrats, and a rabbit."
"Why the rabbit?" queried the applicant.
"You pass," said the Chief Deputy. "When can you start?"

I resemble that young man - - - or I did several decades ago