Re:Answer a question/Ask a question 10 Years, 8 Months ago
When my son was born we bought him a dog. A dog that looked just like Lassie. Since his dog was male, we named it Lasso. When my son was 2 we attended church one Sunday. It was a very small Church and our Preacher was a very nice man, so I invited him to Sunday dinner at our house. After dinner we all went out to the backyard. Now my son, cute as a button, couldnt say "L"s very well, but I had forgotten to explain that to the Preacher. He stood proudly on the deck with his dog, when Lasso spotted something and took off in a run. My son stomped his foot and began shouting for Lasso to return. But minus the "L" off his dogs name and it sounded just like he was yelling "asshole, asshole, asshole"