Tag: theyre

(My Dad told me this one) So two eight-year-olds wake up one morning, deciding they’re old enough to cuss…

So their mama calls them down for breakfast, and asks, “Little Johnny, what do you want for breakfast?” And Little Johnny says: “Alright, bitch, I’m thinking I want a motherfucking biscuit!” And mama *backhands* Little Johnny hard as she could, knocking him to the floor. She kneels down and looks at Little Jimmy, asking: “And