Several decades ago I worked at an institution un-euphemistically called a 'hospital for the mentally subnormal'.
There were children living there as well as adults so we had a school.

Well, I say a 'school' - it wasn't exactly going to churn out any Oxbridge fodder, try hard though the frankly brilliant staff did.

One day some Important Visitors were coming. All the kids were rounded up and bathed specially and dressed in their best, even one particularly sweary boy.

He was well over 6' tall, well developed for 15, with hairy legs in his regulation school summer shorts and light stubble. His mental age was somewhere around 4: he could walk and talk, and especially repeat phrases, but not dress or wash himself.

Anyway, the Visitors came, and the teachers sweated in case Sweary Boy kicked off, ran away or got his willy out, or just swore, all of which he did a lot...

However, the visit went like a dream right up to the last minute, when it went like this:

Very Very Posh Visitor Lady: We've had a lovely time, children, but we're going now!
Sweary Boy: Well FUCK OFF then!
Staff, heads in hands: oh shiiit......
(Juan Quar is clinging to her front teeth on, Wed 4 Feb 2009, 3:22, 3 replies)

Gotta love
the sweary kid... (My sweary kid smelt like ginger and was always scratching)...
( SpankyHanky, Wed 4 Feb 2009, 9:19, closed)

Get a thicker door
you won't here them that way.

Yours,
Josef Fritzl
( uberdeity Wondered why Owen Lars knew of the term "hell" on, Wed 4 Feb 2009, 10:35, closed)

For fucks sake
It's HEAR, you cretin.
( Duke Of Belmsford has got 99 records, but Jay-Z ain't one, Thu 5 Feb 2009, 0:38, closed)