Boy: Do we have any bread?
Mom: Yes dear, we have wry bread.
Boy: Awwwwwwww, you know i hate wry bread.
Mom: Go to your room you little bastard!!!!
Mom: Yes dear, we have wry bread.
Boy: Awwwwwwww, you know i hate wry bread.
Mom: Go to your room you little bastard!!!!
by POONMAN July 31, 2006