When I was a kid, I wrote a long, unfinished story in a blank book. In a chapter of it, a kid (actually a prince) lands in a cave. A fat caveman wipes the pig's feet grease from his lips, gets up from his TV, and walks up menacingly to the kid, yelling, "What the hell is this piece of chickenshit doing in my goddamn house?" His wife lamely protests, "What language!" The caveman bites her ass off, and throws her to the dogs in the back. She made a good rubber bone.
Father & Mother, get it?
BTW; a beautiful girl showed up and killed the caveman by slicing him into pieces.
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