The Swearing Contest


A contest was set up.
By who?
Nobody knows.

But, the general gist was this,
whoever can maintain the
longest flow of curse words wins...
something.

And so,
a Brit,
a Frenchman,
a Russian and
a Irishman get into the finals.

Each have their own booths
to psyche up and prepare for the final.

The Brit goes into the booth,
walks out and starts his swearing combo.

The crowd is pleased.

Next,
the Frenchman goes into the booth,
walks out and lets out a magnificent
cacophony of curses,
that would make our lady of Paris weep in tears.


After that,
the Russian goes into the booth.

He emerges,
after a while and spews a violent
bile of verbal vice that would make
angels of both Catholic and Orthodox
church to blush.

The Irishman goes as the last one.

He enter the booth.

All of the sudden,
as he's still in the box,
he starts to throw the most horrid
combination of visceral, virulent
and abhorrent words ever known
to the mankind,
linked in an exquisite chain of depravity.


The crowd is silent,
and after a moment of silence,
the Irishman steps out of his booth and says:
"Uh, excuse me,
my shoelace got untied,
but I think I'm ready to go now"



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