SEX_VAMPYRE
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Subject: Cute one
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 start
cussing."
The 4-year-old nods his head in approval. The 6-year-old continues.
"When we go downstairs for breakfast I'm gonna say"hell" and you say
"ass."
"OK!" The 4 year old agrees with enthusiasm. The two head downstairs
and into the kitchen for breakfast. As they take their seats at the
kitchen table their mother asks the 6-year-old, what he wants for
breakfast. "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 every step. The mom locks him in his
room & shouts "You can just stay there till 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 ass it isn't
Cheerios."
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 start
cussing."
The 4-year-old nods his head in approval. The 6-year-old continues.
"When we go downstairs for breakfast I'm gonna say"hell" and you say
"ass."
"OK!" The 4 year old agrees with enthusiasm. The two head downstairs
and into the kitchen for breakfast. As they take their seats at the
kitchen table their mother asks the 6-year-old, what he wants for
breakfast. "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 every step. The mom locks him in his
room & shouts "You can just stay there till 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 ass it isn't
Cheerios."