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Son did you hurt yourself? Posted on November 15, 2013 by libertariandad Standard There once lived a young man. He lived in the woods with his mother. She cooked and cleaned the house and he would go to work. Unfortunately the father had died a couple of years earlier and that had forced the young man to go and work to support his mother. They were happy together. However one day the young man ran into a beautiful girl and he kept thinking about her. He would ask her to go out with him and she would keep on declining. But finally she said okay I will go out with you. However there is only way that I will go out with you. The young man asked her what it was and she responded that he had to show her that he loved her and would do anything for her. The girl said that she wanted him to bring her the head of his mother. The young man was shocked at this and thought about it on his way home. He drummed up the courage and chopped his moms head to have a date with the beautiful girl. He put the head into a basket and ran back through the woods as fast he could to the girl. But a tree root stuck out of the ground and caught the young mans foot and he tripped. The head of his mom rolled out of the basket and looked at him and asked, “Son, did you hurt yourself?” DID YOU HURT YOURSELF MY SON? A man he met a sexy pretty girl, Thought that he had found a pearl, She turned out to become so evil, And caused disastrous upheaval, She wanted more than just a twirl! The man insisted that he date her, Nothing he said to her would stir, Bring back to me your mothers head To prove your love for me she said. The man bewildered, his mind a blur! Returning home, with head in cloth A butcher with a bloody swath, He tripped and fell, he heard a voice, My son was this really your choice, His mother’s head held him no wrath. From heaven this man would be exiled, A feeble, stupid, man so meek and mild But as a mother, with just a head She had only one thing to be said My son did you hurt yourself my child!
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