UD living

to incorporate urban dictionary rules into daily life, much like the ten commandments.
example of ud living-
one night at the cleaver house-
beav- hey, dad, can you give me a hand here?
ward -sure, beaver, what are you up to, you little rapscallion?
beav- i’m adding new definitions for urban dictionary, have you heard of it?
ward- beaver, you know i only look at p-rn sites and on-line gambling. why do you think your mother and i named you beaver?
beav- yeah, dad… wtf was with that anyway? never mind.
here’s an entry i’d like to make:
beaversnap-shoot rubberbands at a v-g-n- and then take a dump.
ward- is that a made up s-xual act?
beaver- i’m sure somebody made it up, i didn’t read it in the bible.
ward- sounds good, okay time to submit? all done here?
beaver- here’s another one: george bush- nonsense syllable.
ward- you’ve got me by the short hairs there. i know we’re supposed to reject nonsensical entries, and i’m pretty sure george bush has been published before, but it is a celebrity. wth, submit, little buddy.
beaver-how bout this one- beaver.com it’s my own website, maybe i can pick up few subscribers for my milf site of mom doing wally’s friends.
ward- we could use the extra income, but i’m afraid i can’t go along with that one. we’re not supposed to publish ads.
beaver- right, we play by the rules. how bout this:
johnny bravo and the shrimp shack shooters, with greg brady and the wonders?
ward: no local bands, and friends names.
beaver: you suck!
june: (calling from the kitchen) ward, are you being rough on the beaver again?
ward: shut up, you wh-r-! you’re a godd-mn wh-r-!!! ok beaver, where were we?
beaver: i was up to the word “n-gg-r” i define it as lazy shiftless presidential candidate.
ward: get rid of the lazy and shiftless and you’ve got a definition. remember, racist slur, but no racism.
beaver: gotcha! hey i’ve got an idea, how about “wh-r-?” that could mean “homemaker in the neighborhood who takes money from neighbors kids in order to have s-x.”
ward: pretty good! i think you have to take the word homemaker out of there to get rid of the s-xism. (calls into the kitchen) you dirty wh-r-!
june: maybe if you didn’t have such a tiny c-ck!
ward: shut up, you wh-r-!
beaver: dad?
ward: yes, son?
beaver: can i publish this? jesus- a person i hate.
ward: can’t see why not. it’s your opinion. but remember, even if the dictionary allows for spelling mistakes, the cleavers do not. is my dinner ready yet, wh-r-?
june: (calling back) it’s at the gaybar where you left your manhood.
ward: you frikken wh-r-!!