Little Johnny had been saying cuss words. His parents told little Johnny if he kept saying cuss words he wouldn't be getting and thing for Christmas. Little Johnny kept saying cuss words. Christmas morning comes and little Johnny runs down the steps to see what he got for Christmas. He looks under the tree and he sees a bag with his name on it. He opens the bag and it is a bag of dog shit. Johnny looks around the room and fines more bags with his name on it and more dog shit. Johnny runs back upstairs and he passes his sister on the steps. His sister says, " Johnny, what did you get for Christmas?" Johnny says, "I think I got ___ Damn Dog but, I can't find it."
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