This is a classic old joke from my childhood that I wish to perpetuate, with the younger crowd here. As I was reminded of it from a shout last night on this, our very own BHQ.
Billy's mom just couldn't get Billy and his little brother to stop swearing. She tried everything, but nothing worked. They were all the time saying things like, "Hand me that damn crayon," and, "Oh, hell, I stubbed my toe."
So Billy's mom went to a child behavior specialist for help. She explained all the methods she'd tried to get Billy and his little brother to stop using curse words. The specialist pondered on the problem for a while and said, "You tried everything I would have recommended, so there's no other alternative. Next time one of them swears, go ahead and smack him."
The next morning Billy and his little brother come down to breakfast and sit in their chairs. Their mom asks Billy which cereal he would like, and Billy says, "Hell, I'd like some God damn Post Toasties."
Billy's mom decides to go ahead with the advice she'd been given, so she hauls off and smacks him upside the head.
Then she turns to Billy's little brother. "Which cereal would you like?" she asks sweetly.
Billy's little brother says, "Well, I don't know now, but you can bet your sweet ass I don't want any of those God damn Post Toasties, or ask a favor of the owner of BHQ and then call him a sad cunt"