By John Holmes
“You swear too much.”
That’s what my son said, shaking his homemade swear box.
“A pound a swear word. All for a good cause.”
Then he left, slamming the front room door. Loudly.
I swore at him.
Twice.
Cost me two quid.
Day Two. He started a fight with his sister.
Cost me four quid.
Day Three. He took my car without asking.
Cost me five quid.
Day Four. He lost the garage keys.
Cost me seven quid.
Day Five. He stole the swear box and went out with mates.
A bloody good cause.
I swear; one day, I’ll kill him.
Iove it , very concise and believable. Did this come to me because of my habit of coming out with the occasional expletive?
Thanks David. You’re bloody right…
Clever young man!
Nicely done!
Very well done! Bravo!
This amused me. I had a job in which I could not swear and it isn’t always easy.
Bloody good!
Ha ha. Damn well appreciated.
Great story! All the best people love a good swear!
Oh no; surely not. Dearly dearly me.
I’m glad my wife never thought of this strategy. I’d be broker than I am. Well done!
Have a 15 and 20 yo old. My vocabulary suffers from pent up frustration. Great flow to the story.
Really enjoyed the way this story builds. Great ending.