Timmy and Tommy are twin brothers with a very foul language problem. Their mother is at her wits end trying to cope with their incessant use of the "f" word. So she goes to a child psychologist and asks for advice. His wisdom: "Spare the rod and spoil the child. Next time they act up, give them a good whack." She promises to do so and goes home.
The next morning the boys come down for breakfast.
Mom: "What would you like for breakfast, Tommy?"
Tommy: "Ahh, let me have some f**kin' oatmeal, bitch!"
Without saying another word, his mother picks him up and smashes his rear end to the floor. She then slaps him silly until welts appear on his cheeks and chin. A quick karate chop to the belly, and a foot in the groin, and Tommy is out like a light, bleeding from every imaginable spot on his body. She then turns her attention to Timmy.
Mom: "And what would you like for breakfast, Timmy?"
Timmy: "I don't want no f**king oatmeal, bitch!"
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