Wan's World

“Okay, you say “ass” and I’ll say “hell.”

All excited about their plan, they troop downstairs,
where their mother asks them what they’d like for
breakfast.

“Aw, hell,”
says the eight-year-old, “gimme some Cheerios.”

His mother beats the crap out of him, sending him
bawling out of the room, and then turns to the
younger brother.

“What’ll you have?”

“I dunno,” quivers the six-year-old,