Couldn't help myself, hehehe.
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 for breakfast I'm going 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 sh*t !"
*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 f**king Weetabix!"
25 Nov 2006, 10:04 am
