Censored

Several years ago, a father and son
argued about his use of the family car
both were high school drop outs,
didn’t read much, drank too much beer
so when it came to an argument
they had plenty to say…

but very few words with which to say it.

“Get away from the f…ing car.”

“F… you. I’ll use it if I want to.”

“Yeah? Well f… you.”

“F… you.”

“Who the f…. do you think you are?”

“F…you.” 

Note:

News from the old neighborhood reminded
me of an actual argument between a father and son
who lived across the street. The boy would be 46 
by now... probably has a son of his own... hopefully he

has increased his vocabulary.