One day before Christmas little Mike was talking to his father.
“You be good this year and not cuss so much, and maybe Santa will bring you something really nice!”
Little Johnny’s dad said with a smile.
“If not you won’t get anything nice”
“I already know what I want for Christmas dad! When I wake up on Christmas morning I want to wake up and see a new f*cking BB gun at the foot of my f*cking bed!” little Johnny said.
Little Johnny’s dad rolls his eyes.
“Then I want to go downstairs and see a f*cking toy train going around the f*cking Christmas tree!”
“Oh yeah?” His dad says.
“Yeah then I’ll go outside and I want a f*cking new bike leaning up against the f*cking garage!”
“I wouldn’t count on it young man, not after how you just talked.”
When Christmas morning comes Johnny wakes up.
Laying at the foot of his bed is a steaming pile of dog sh!t!
So he goes downstairs.
Around the Christmas tree is a neatly arranged ring of dog sh!t.
Then he goes outside and thereby the garage is, you guessed it another pile of Dog Sh!t!
“DAMN!” Little Johnny says, starting to cry.
“Well, the son did you learn a lesson?” Johnny’s dad asks.
“I don’t know dad, I think I got a new puppy but I can’t f*cking find it!”
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