Breaking My promise To Mom About The Preacher

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Thursday, 19 December 2013

I know I had promised Mom to be extra careful about my language and I was doing fine, but when I spilled red hot coffee in my lap while the preacher was over for our regular Sunday chicken dinner, I forgot and suddenly yelled out, "OW! Ow! Shit!!"

Oh well, I guess shit's easier said than dung.

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