Sunday lessons
Grandad August 29th, 2010
I had a very busy but very productive afternoon.
I was looking after a couple of the grandchildren, and decided it was time to expand their ever increasing vocabulary that little bit further.
I think their mother will be delighted when she hears their new repertoire.
The air will soon be thick with the sounds of “fuck”, “cunt” and “bollix”.
And I would love to see her happy face when my granddaughter tells the neighbour’s kid that he has a face like Harney’s scrotum.








