Emergency services abused
Many years ago, I wasn't at school so I'd have been four or so, the house across the road was ablaze quite badly. A few days prior to this, the lad down the road from the pikey family had taught me and the lad next door a few words.

Cue me, hanging out of the upstairs sash window, shouting at full volume, telling the fucking bastard ambulances to fuck off, and the fucking bastard fire engines, and the fucking bastard policemen. Cue mother running in, dragging me away from the window, asking me what on earth I was doing. I replied, through tears and sniffles in genuine innocence that I was "only telling the fucking bastard ambulances to fuck off". Wallop.

One of my most vivid early memories. And no, they stayed, despite my insistance that they left.
(randomstupidname would really like this signature field to be bigge, Wed 2 Jan 2008, 23:37, 1 reply)

Hahahahaah!
I am now on the receiving end of children's bad language....

The other day my boys and I were in the car, one of them asked me a question...

"Mummy, what does Wanker mean?"

I replied that it's a very rude thing to call anyone and I didn't want to hear it from them again.

"Yes, we know that. But what does it mean?"

*sigh*
"Okay...It's a bad name for someone who keeps playing with their winkle all the time" says I.

Both boys fall about laughing.

One points at the other and shouts out, "Hahahaha! You're a wanker!"

I then nearly crash the car because I'm laughing so much but trying desperately to not let them see.

I sympathise with your mother.
( chickenlady b3ta's very own Elizabeth Taylor, Thu 3 Jan 2008, 0:09, closed)