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A biker's son, Johnny, went to school on the first day of the first grade. The teacher gave the class a lecture on how they were no longer in preschool or kindergarten, and they couldn't talk baby talk anymore. They could only use adult words from now on. She asked a little girl what she was drawing. "It's a bow-wow." "No," replied the teacher, "that's baby talk. This is a dog. Now say the adult word." Teach went to the next child. "What's that?" "It's a moo-moo." The teacher has a fit, again. "No, no! Use adult words. Now, what is it?" She got the child to say 'cow'. Then she looked over at Johnny in the corner. "What are you doing?" "I'm looking at a story book." "OK, what is it?" Johnny hesitates, looks around, starts, stops, stammers a few times, then the teacher says "Come on, in adult words, what is it?" Johnny finally says in a loud voice "It's Winnie the Shit!"