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Wednesday, April 25, 2012

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This time it was Master7 who caught me out.

Coming home from a fun day of pony rides I missed the video shop and needed to turn the car around. As we did so we clearly startled a group of young people, who happened to be walking up the road.

"They said a swear word," Master7 called out from the back seat.

"We don't say swear words," I reminded him. But he didn't want to let it go. Eventually I asked what the swear word started with.

He thought for a full five seconds. "W," he told me.

Hmmm.....wanker? It couldn't be worse than that, could it?

"Okay," I said, caving in, merely so we could move on. "What was the swear word?"

"What-the-fuck."

So it's official: poor spelling runs in the family.

"At least he knew he wasn't allowed to say it," Tracey consoled me.

I'm more concerned I've fallen for the same thing twice. Shame on me.

Be Cuss I Can


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Bruce Devereaux is one of the nicest people he knows. When not at work he enjoys reading, writing, hiding from his children and not changing nappies.

 

His career, and if we used the term any more loosely an e might fall out, has included a gardener, a personal lender, a console operator, a stop/go man (not as big a bludge as you might think but great if you’re into sunburn, abuse and varicose veins), a cleaner of banks and pubs and, for a very brief period, a door to door salesman (until the last door he knocked on was answered by a very scary woman with tremendously hairy legs).

 

Bruce Devereaux currently works as a forty-five-year-old award winning customer service officer (glass statuette available upon request) for the Bank of Queensland and as a very casual employee for Corrective Services. He likes to believe he excels at both but then he has always been prone to exaggeration.

 

His favourite colour is green, with a picture of Dame Nellie Melba on one side and General Sir John Monash on the other. His favourite flower is self-raising.

 If you see him around town, call his wife immediately - he's probably snuck out and left her alone with all the kids.


 

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