Thursday Special ~ The Train Driver

A mother was working in the kitchen, listening to her five-year-old son playing with his new electric train in the living room. She heard the train stop and her son saying,

“All of you b*****ds who want off, get the f**k off now, cause we’re in a hurry! And all of you b*****ds who are getting on, get the f**k on, cause we’re going down the tracks”.

The horrified mother went in and told her son, “We don’t use that kind of language in this house. Now I want you to go to your room and stay there for TWO HOURS. When you come out, you may play with your train, but I want you to use nice language.”

Two hours later, the son came out of the bedroom and resumed playing with his train. Soon the train stopped and the mother heard her son say,

“All passengers who are disembarking the train please remember to take all of your belongings with you. We thank you for travelling with us today and hope your trip was a pleasant one.”

She hears the little boy continue, “For those of you just boarding, we ask you to stow all of your hand luggage under your seat. Remember, there is no smoking on the train. We hope you will have a pleasant and relaxing journey with us today.”

As the mother began to smile, the child added……….

“For those of you who are pi**ed off about the TWO HOUR delay, please see the fat b**ch in the kitchen.”

18 thoughts on “Thursday Special ~ The Train Driver

  1. Steph I am surprised you can read the print it is so small. My blog has a mind of its own. I think I need to call the WordPress Dr!

  2. Grannymar,

    Along the same lines a man and his son are walking through the park and the kid sees a bow legged man and says,”Hey, Dad, look at that bow legged son of a b****”.

    The father says, “That’s it. This is the third time you have used that language.I am putting you in your room to read Shakespeare for a week. Maybe that will improve the way you speak.”

    So the kid reads Shakespeare for a week and he and the father go back to the park and there is the bow legged man again.

    The kids looks at him and says.” Hark, Father. what manner of men are these, who wear their balls in parentheses.”

  3. Why does it ask me at the end of this comment section if I’m a young parent?
    Why do you need to know?
    Expanding your toyboy horizons?
    And to answer the question: I’m a very young parent of very old children.

  4. WWW

    I have made some changes round this house. ‘Are you a Young Parent’ is the title and a link to the previous post.

    You will also notice a way to subscribe to the comments for the posts, only if you want to.

  5. Classic 🙂 got me in trouble mind you as I read it to my wife not realizing young son was listening and have been told off by same son who says he is going to tell his teacher about daddy saying ‘bold words’ 😉

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