Little Timmy and Johnny at the ages of 9 and 7 had learned to swear like sailors. Their parents new what a serious problem this was and the father proposed a solution.
"The next time I hear on of those boys cuss, I'm gonna wear him out with a strap."
So the next morning at the breakfast table the dad asks Timmy what he wants for breakfast.
"I want some god damned corn flakes." says Timmy
The father gets up, take off his belt, beats Timmy thoroughly, and sends him back to bed. He settles back into his chair and asks little Johnny,
"And what do YOU want for breakfast?"
Johnny says, "I don't know, but I sure as hell don't want no fuckin' corn flakes."
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