The little boy spends his morning watching the construction crew working on the new house next to his own. When he comes in for lunch, his mother asks him if he learned anything about building.
"Yeah. I learned that to adjust a door jam by just a cunthair you have to use a shim!" the little boy exclaimed.
His horrified mother replied, "Jimmy! Go out to the peach tree and get a switch right now!"
The boy matter-of-factor-ily answered, "Fuck you, bitch. That's the electrician's job."
Kirk Coughlin
Woodbury, MN and River Falls, WI
Quemadmodum gladius neminem occidit, occidentis telum est.
