[craigster59]

A biker is having problems with his son who has the foulest mouth in school. He goes to a child psychologist with the problem. The psychologist says "No problem, we'll use negative reinforcement. Christmas is coming up. Ask him what he wants, and if he uses profanity, just substitute that gift with dog feces." So the biker asks his kid what he wants. "Well, when I wake up Christmas morning, right beside the bed I want to see the f*cking nicest pair of biker boots ever. And when I run downstairs, I want to se the f*cking b*tchenest leather jacket under the tree. And when I go outside, I want to see a bicycle in the driveway that looks just like a f*cking chopper!" Well, Christmas morning arrives, the kid wakes up and steps into a steaming pile of dog poop. He runs downstairs and under the tree is anther pile of dog poop. He goes outside and beside the garage is the biggest pile of dog***** he's ever seen. His father comes up to him with a smirk on his face and says " So son, what did Santa bring you?' The kid replies "Well, I think the f*cker brought me a puppy, but I can't find that c*cksucker anywhere!"