Now Errol, said the teacher, you shouldn’t be using naughty words like that. Who taught you such language?
My father, said Errol.
Well, said the teacher, you shouldn’t use a word like that if you don’t know what it means.
I do know what it means, said Errol. It means the car won’t start.
Variety is the spice of life so I thought I’d do something I’ve never done before and interview a fellow blogger. He also works as a part-time actor in minor films in Hollywood. Thanks for volunteering to be interviewed, Dick.
My f!%#*&!!% pleasure. You’re f!%#*&!!% welcome.
So what made you start blogging?
It was my f!%#*&!!% wife at the f!%#*&!!% time f!%#*&!!% suggested it. She was doing the f!%#*&!!% dishes one f!%#*&!!% evening when she said “Why the f*!@ don’t you do a f!%#*&!!% blog and get out from under my f!%#*&!!% feet?”
I said “Why the f*!@ not? So here I f!%#*&!!% am!
And what made you decide to do a blog dedicated to the cultivation of sweet potatoes?
Well, f*!@ me, sweet potatoes are f!%#*&!!% cool. A lot of f!%#*&!!% people don’t realize just how sweet f!%#*&!!% sweet potatoes really f!%#*&!!% are. You can f!%#*&!!% stick a f!%#*&!!% sweet potato in the f!%#*&!!% embers of a f!%#*&!!% campfire and f*!@ me! if it’s not f!%#*&!!% cooked. That’s f!%#*&!!% extraordinary.
How did it feel to get over one million followers?
It felt f!%#*&!!% great. I sent my f!%#*&!!% wife at the f!%#*&!!% time out to get f!%#*&!!% take-away to f!%#*&!!% celebrate and when she f!%#*&!!% came home I discovered I had one million and f!%#*&!!% two f!%#*&!!% followers. It was f!%#*&!!% unbelievable.
Thanks, Dick, for that enlightening interview. Not a word wasted.
F*!@ yeah. I’m f!%#*&!!% going to f!%#*&!!% talk about it when I f!%#*&!!% get my f!%#*&!!% next f!%#*&!!% Oscar if the f!%#*&!!% powers that f!%#*&!!% be let me f!%#*&!!% squeeze a f!%#*&!!% word in.
Herb had been sent home from school for swearing at a teacher. They’d phoned his father, and his father had said “What the … Where did he learn that from?” Herb started walking home. Then he noticed something he’d never seen before. There was a sign as he walked past the gas works:
NO SMOKING. DANGER OF EXPLOSION.
Herb lit a cigarette and threw it over the fence. He carried on walking. That should teach the town a lesson.
Nothing happened.
Herb went back. That’s when it happened.
Weave a Web 