![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
Adventures in English
Dec. 4th, 2006 08:28 pmSo my friend Tracy's a teacher near Edmonton. At least she was, I haven't seen her in about 18 years. Anysway, a kid comes in crying. "Mrs. Houck, Mrs. Houck, it's so terrible, Kyle called me a bad word!"
"Oh? What did he call you?
"It's too terrible, I can't say it, he used the G word!"
"Uh, what's the G-word?"
"I can't say it."
"It's all right, you can tell me. What did he call you? What G-word?"
"He called me a ... a ... he called me a jerk!"
Tracy decided that afternoon's class would concentrate on spelling.
I sent that story in to Paul Harvey, wo read it on the air. It created quite a sensation in her area, and she and her husband called to thank me for the publicity.
We're going to the Olive Garden tomorrow. Yummy, bread sticks!
"Oh? What did he call you?
"It's too terrible, I can't say it, he used the G word!"
"Uh, what's the G-word?"
"I can't say it."
"It's all right, you can tell me. What did he call you? What G-word?"
"He called me a ... a ... he called me a jerk!"
Tracy decided that afternoon's class would concentrate on spelling.
I sent that story in to Paul Harvey, wo read it on the air. It created quite a sensation in her area, and she and her husband called to thank me for the publicity.
We're going to the Olive Garden tomorrow. Yummy, bread sticks!
