Little 5 year old Johnny's parents were besides themselves. He had the foulest mouth they had ever heard. Every other word was a curse. They talked to a psychologist and his suggestion was that since Christmas was a few days away, that they substitute horse manure for presents. The idea being the association of foul words for foul presents.
Christmas morning comes and Johnny comes running down the stairs and starts to open his presents – manure! In his stocking – more manure. Under his bed – more manure. Just then little Bobby from up the corner calls and tells him about all the presents he got. A Nintendo, a new bike, games, skates…….. Then he asks Johnny what he got?
<<wait for it.......>>
“I think I got a **** pony but I can’t find it.”