There’s more...

“There’s more... oh yes there’s more!” continued Frank, who was now on a roll. “My kids are misbehaved little gits who, when they deign to speak to me, are the rudest brats you can imagine. Fortunately they usually give me the rude, silent treatment. Marcie, the older one’s doing drugs and the younger picks his nose and eats it, the filthy little tyke! They’re both crap at school. I blame Denise, she’s always been a right slut!”

“My, my” exclaimed Noah, “see what I said; it must be good to let it all out! Is that it now?”

“There’s more...”