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At a family gathering, my cousin Tim decided it was the perfect time to show off his new “adult” vocabulary. He’d been reading a lot of self-help books and was eager to impress everyone with his newfound wisdom. As we sat around the dinner table, he launched into a story about his latest work project. …and then my boss said, ‘Tim, you need to step up your game!’ And I thought, ‘Well, that’s just a bunch of ____” Before he could finish, his five-year-old niece, Lily, piped up, “A bunch of what, Uncle Tim?” Caught off guard, Tim hesitated. “Uh, a bunch of… fun!”
The table erupted in laughter, but Tim was determined to redeem himself. “No, really! I meant to say it’s a bunch of—” “Fun!” Lily shouted again, giggling uncontrollably. In a moment of desperation, Tim blurted out, “It’s a bunch of f-bombs!” Silence fell over the table. My grandma, who had been quietly knitting, looked up with wide eyes. “What’s an f-bomb?” Tim’s face turned beet red. “Uh, it’s… it’s a fun bomb, Grandma!” The rest of us couldn’t hold it in any longer, and the laughter echoed through the house. Tim’s “adult” vocabulary was officially a family legend!
