**OT** On the lighter side!
Tommy's mom takes him to see Santa. When asked what he wants for Christmas, Tommy tells Santa, "I want a damn fire truck, a damn bicycle, and a damn swing set."
Well, Tommy's mom is beside herself and says," Oh Santa, I am so sorry. Tommy has picked up this terrible language and we just don't know how to stop it."
Santa, being the experienced, jolly fellow that he is, responds with, "I have a suggestion that seems to work this time of year. This is what you need to do. When Tommy gets up Christmas morning, he will expect these toys to be in certain places. Instead of putting them there, put a pile of dog poop in its place. Tommy will see the poop and associate that with the language he used to Santa and your problem will be solved."
Well Christmas morning rolls around and little Tommy wakes up. He immediately runs down stairs to the Christmas tree. Guess what? No fire truck, but a pile of dog poop. He then runs straight to the garage. Sure enough, no bicycle, another pile of dog poop. From here, little Tommy races outside to his back yard. Wouldn't you know it. No swing set but a pile of poop.
At this time, little Joey next door hollers out, "Hey Tommy, what did you get for Christmas."
Tommy responds with, "I think I got a damn dog but I can't find him."
We now return you to your regular broadcast.
Bob |
