Cussin'. I got busted for cussin'. I was about 6 or 7 years old, and I had a friend named Lisa, who came over to visit pretty regularly. We liked to play "Sista", which consisted of nothing other than two of us pretending to be sisters, living together in our own place, somewhere in Grown-Up Land.
Strangely, I was the one who would cook breakfast for her before she was to go off to work in the morning ...
This particular day, Lisa had an odd inclination that we'd feel more adult-like if we "cussed". So, she suggested, "Let's cuss." I responded, "I don't wanna cuss." Then she agreed. "Okay, we won't cuss," ... to which I changed my mind, "Naw, ... let's cuss." So, it was agreed.
Long story short: Everything was "F*** this" and "F*** that" and "What are you cookin', ... I don't want that sh**", ... when suddenly, Lisa became very quiet. I remember saying my last "SH*T" when I heard Lisa struggle the words: "Yo' DADDY!!!!" When I looked up, I could see my dad's eyes piercing straight through my soul, ... and he looked 10 feet tall. Horrified, I sheepishly responded with, ... "Uh, ... I mean ..." My dad goes, "Who taught you how to cuss?!" I pointed at Lisa, and he told her to leave.
I remember following really closely behind my dad when Lisa left, knowing this was it ... this was the end. He beat me with one of my OWN belts. When it was over, I took a nap, ... and I don't think I woke up 'til it was time to go to school Monday morning.
Ironically, I cuss like a sailor now ... but not on front of Dad.
LOL!
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