Noooooo Patar, don't say that either!

Another funny story about Patar. You may think that the last one was bad, but you haven't heard anything yet! Well, Patar and I had just gotten home from a wrestling ring. We are on the Demonstration Team for our karate school, and sometimes we perform at wrestling rings before the Big Fat Dudes come out to tussle. But anyway, we had just gotten home, and before long Patar was wandering about the house, singing to himself, off in his own world again. Now, he just so happened to walk into the dining room, where Mom, Dad, The Bruiser, and I were all standing, and began to pet the dog, singing another song, oblivious to the world around him. This song went a little something like this: "F*** f*** f*** f*** f*** f*** f***...." Mom and Dad both stopped and stared at Patar, who was absently repeating one of the worst curses available to the tongue. Then, subconciously noticing that the talking had stopped, Patar looked up at Mom and Dad, and immediately knew that something was wrong, but had no idea what. Dad asked Patar where he learned that word. "I just made it up," Patar, answered confused. Mom told him not to repeat the word again, but quite frankly, I don't think that he remembered what he had said in the first place. He just said "okay," then shrugged his shoulders and went back to petting the dog as if nothing had happened.

As for me, I was horrified at first, but afterwards I found it hilarious. So did all my friends.