"Oh yeah, well you can suck my anus!"

"Dude, watch your language! There are kids around."

"What? I used the scientifically correct term."


One Reply to Protecting the Children

Scott Hardie | May 21, 2008
Thank you again, Kelly, for the story.


Logical Operator

The creator of Funeratic, Scott Hardie, blogs about running this site, losing weight, and other passions including his wife Kelly, his friends, movies, gaming, and Florida. Read more »

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