“So, my son,” said the Priest “How many bad words did you speak this month?”
“999, Father”
“NINE HUN–” the Priest sighed. “Well, I hope this will teach you a lesson about controlling that tongue of yours. So, pay up, $ 9.99 from your allowance”
Pulling a face, the boy passes a ten-dollar bill to the Priest.
“Oh, my son, I don’t have any change”
“No problem, Father, go f*ck yourself, and now we are even.”
