once upon a time there was an 8 yr old little boy named billy who would walk around his house saying "mother f%$^er this, mother f%$^er that"...every day walking to and from the sewers where he played saying "mother f%$^er this, mother f%$^er that"..so one day while he was at home he said it again and his grandmother heard him...
"billy?" she called...so he walked over to her..."you know, you shouldn't say those things.."......"why not? im not bothering anybody"...he said
" how about a nice quarter if you dunt say it anymore"..."ok" he said....so he took the quarter and went on about his business and once again disregarding what his grandmothr had said flipped his quarter up in the air while sayin "mother f%$^er this, mother f%$^er that"...while walkin through the sewers he flipped the quarter and said it again until the quarter didnt come back down...so he started running and said "mother f%$^er this, mother f%$^er that" all the way home...as soon as he got home his garndmother said "billy!, didnt i tell you about sayin that? God is everywhere and he can hear you and knows what you said now!!" so he had to ask...
"is God in my room?"..."yes"
"is he in the living room?"..."yes"
"is he in the sewers?"..."of course he is.."
"well good cause that mother f%$^er got my quarter!"

haha. It's cute yet awkward in a way