O/T: One Of Life's Lessons
I was about 13-14 and feeling my oats and expressing my vocabulary of
profanity, especially using the word "****".
Finally Mom had enough.
"Son", she said, "you seem to be quite an expert on ****."
"Let ask you a question."
"When you look at chicken ****, you see white stuff and brown stuff."
"What is the brown stuff?"
I stood there looking stupid for maybe a minute or two.
Finally Mom let me off the hook and said, "Son, the brown stuff is
also chicken ****."
I wanted to slither away and hide under a rock.
It was one of those life lessons you learn from Mom.
Lew
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