A wee 7 year old Aberdonian loon and his 5 year old brother are
Upstairs in their bedroom.
'De ye ken fit?', says the 7 year old, 'I think it's aboot time we
Started sweering.' The 5 year old nods his head in approval.
'Fin we ging doonstairs fir breakfast am gan to swear first, then ye
Kin sweer after me, ok?'
'Aye!' the 5 year old agrees with enthusiasm.
The mother walks into the kitchen and asks the 7 year old what he wants
For breakfast.
'A'll hae some of that Weetabix **** !'
*SMACK*!!
He flew out of his chair, tumbled across the kitchen floor, got up, and
Ran upstairs crying his eyes out.
She looked at the 5 year old and asked with a stern voice, 'And what do
YOU want for breakfast, young man????'
'I dinna ken,' he blubbers, 'but it winna be ****ing Weetabix!'
Upstairs in their bedroom.
'De ye ken fit?', says the 7 year old, 'I think it's aboot time we
Started sweering.' The 5 year old nods his head in approval.
'Fin we ging doonstairs fir breakfast am gan to swear first, then ye
Kin sweer after me, ok?'
'Aye!' the 5 year old agrees with enthusiasm.
The mother walks into the kitchen and asks the 7 year old what he wants
For breakfast.
'A'll hae some of that Weetabix **** !'
*SMACK*!!
He flew out of his chair, tumbled across the kitchen floor, got up, and
Ran upstairs crying his eyes out.
She looked at the 5 year old and asked with a stern voice, 'And what do
YOU want for breakfast, young man????'
'I dinna ken,' he blubbers, 'but it winna be ****ing Weetabix!'
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