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Monday, April 8, 2013

GROW UP - A Cranky Monday re-run

GROW UP


This is from April 2012...things haven't changed much!



I am sixty-six years old. I have four children, three are grown-up one is headed for high school. I have five grandchildren. I have heard it all when it comes to bickering and infantile fighting. I am tired of it. Enough is enough. The more things change the more they stay the same. When does it end? When will everyone just grow up and I will no longer hear any more of this crap:


You’re a big fat stupid head.


I know you are, but what am I?


You’re a dope


Am not.


Am too.


I’m rubber your glue what you say bounces off me and sticks to you.


Stop touching me.


Oh yeah?


Yeah!


I’m not touching you!


Jerk!


So’s your mother!


He poked me.


Did not.


Did so.


Idiot!


Sticks and stones can break my bones but names will never hurt me.


Sleezeball!


Liar!


Crook!


Flip-flopper!


Pinko!


Fascist!


Racist!


Uncle Tom!


Baby Killer!


Woman hater!


Hawk!


Dove!

LIBERAL!!


CONSERVATIVE!!


I hate presidential election years!

8 comments:

  1. Those were all terms of endearment in our house!!

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  2. Hmmm. They didn't learn all those political swear words on the play ground.

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  3. I remember when there were worse things you could be called than a liberal.

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  4. Nowadays the worst thing you can be called is a moderate.

    You moderate!

    Not me. YOU'RE a moderate!

    S

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  5. Let's not forget: "I know you are, but what am I?"

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  6. Haha... some things just don't change no matter how much older people get.

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  7. Lol! I was beginning to think you'd say at the end that was just you and Mrs Cranky!

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