Once there was a mo-fo boy who lived with his semi-adoptive mo-fo mother deep into the heart of the mo-fo pograms. The boy loved to play with his dreidel and attained significant pleasure from shouting "shalom" and "para + infinitive" to all the city folk that passed outside his window.
Though the boy loved to play with his dreidel, a slight portion of mo-fo lonliness crept upon the boy from time to time. He asked his semi-adoptive mother "semi-adoptive mother, do you suppose the possibility exists that I might be able to play with my mo-fo dreidel with my mo-fo friend, Benito M.?" His semi-adoptive mother replied, "yes." And out the door the mo-fo boy skipped, his semi-adoptive mother cried after him "con respecto!"
