F-word and C-word Almost Come to Blows

Last night at Them’s Fightin’ Words Lounge, the C-word and the F-word got into an altercation.

“The F-word called the C-word the C-word,” said the A-word, who was already halfway through a pitcher.

“No way, I thought they were about to throw down,” said the B-word, ducking under a barstool.

“Everybody relax—save it for Scrabble,” shouted the K-word from across the room, polishing a dictionary like a weapon.