The Strong Language was sick of all the warnings

The Strong Language was sick of all the warnings about him before tv shows. His cousin Bad Language was to blame for his reputation. Enough was enough! It was time for

was the point. In the clean mouth house we had plenty of Listermint, TicTacs, toothpaste and swearing jars. The swearing jars got much more use than the toothpaste, they were

guarded by 40 swordsman and a dragon. The reason the swearing jars had so much gold was because I had Turrets. My mom's rule is really unfair if you think about it. I mean

what am I supposed to say when I see a dragon? "Gee willikers"? And the time mom cut me off in the middle of "assassin" and double charged me was even worse. I took out swear loans

to pay my debts to the swear jar but my mom grew more devious. She made a racist jar too and charged me $50 when I asked for vinegar please. She would wet the back of my shirt and

then dry me off with a blow torch until I cussed & called her a wigger. There goes another 100 in the swear jar and the racist jar. I had to be close to paying Mom off, right? But

Mom kept finding ways to increase my debt to her, exorbitant penalties for minor offenses. "Your bedcover is crooked. That'll be $50." "My bras aren't dry. 300 rubles." "This soup

is WAY to hot gimme 3 diamonds." I was getting tired of this so i decided to get back at her and make her wish she had never started doing that. First I

sewed her parents together, then switched their heads with their butts (which some maintained they always had). And that was pretty much it. That was my revenge. Yep.