My mum occasionally brings this one up
When I was very young, perhaps 5 or even younger, the gas man turned up one morning to read the meter. The gas meter happened to be located in a cupboard in the living room, the same living room that I had been watching cartoons intently in all morning. My mum tells, still with much embarrassment after all these years, of this very polite, slightly elderly gentleman attempting to make the standard adult-to-child "and how are you young man?" chit-chat, only to be met with a sudden and very vicious verbal barrage during which I called him all sorts of rude words that a child of my age really shouldn’t have known. His only crime, I presume, was interrupting my cartoon viewing time. Apparently he went white as a sheet and my mum as red as a, well as a red sheet. I wouldn’t know however, having absolutely no memory of this.
(TheManWithThePlan cussed your mum on, Wed 29 May 2013, 10:36, 1 reply)

read the meter. The gas meter happened to be located in a cupboard in the living room, the same living room that I had been watching cartoons intently in all morning. My mum tells, still with much embarrassment after all these years, of this very polite, slightly elderly gentleman attempting to make the standard adult-to-child "and how are you young man?" chit-chat, only to be met with a sudden and very vicious verbal barrage during which I called him all sorts of rude words that a child of my age really shouldn’t have known. His only crime, I presume, was interrupting my cartoon viewing time. Apparently he went white as a sheet and my mum as red as a, well as a red sheet. I wouldn’t know however, having absolutely no memory of this.

shag my mum.
( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Wed 29 May 2013, 10:54, closed)