Little Timmy and little Bobby go to visit their Grandmother in the country. They've been brought up in a progressive household and their parents let them swear, hoping to get it out of their systems. Grandma accepts this at first, but after a week of solid cursing and swearing she just can't listen to it any more and goes to see her friend Maude to get some advice.
"As far as I'm concerned there is only really one thing you can do," says Maude. "Next time they swear, hit them good and hard and they'll soon make the connection."
"I can't do that!" says the Grandma, shocked at the thought. "They're my grandchildren!"
"Look," says Maude, "It's the only way to teach them things are different at your house."
So Grandma leaves and goes home. The next morning, Timmy and Bobby go downstairs to have breakfast. Grandma says to Bobby, "What would you like for breakfast?"
To which Bobby replies, "I'll have some of them fucking cornflakes."
Grandma lashes out with a right hook and knocks Bobby clean off his chair. He sits on the ground looking shocked. Next Grandma turns to Timmy. "And what would you like for breakfast?"
Timmy looks at his brother, then back to his grandmother, and says, "I don't know - but you can bet your sweet arse it won't be fucking cornflakes!"
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