Saturday, September 26, 2009

Conversation @ The Bus Stop Near My House

Sound travels on a quiet Saturday evening. Here's what I picked up...

Son: Nah you can't make me, stuff that, I'm not bloody going.
Father: Don't f*&^ing swear!
Son: What did I say?
Father: It doesn't f&^%ing matter what you said, I'm telling you not to f*&^ing swear!
Son: But what did I say? I didn't even swear!
Father: It doesn't f*&^ing matter, I'm f*&^ing telling you what to do

Does anyone else see something not quite right here...?

1 comment:

Unknown said...

In the ghettoooooooo . . .

lol

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