My father passed away in 1963, but not before telling one of his favorite jokes more than once. It has become one of my favorite jokes to this day.
Little Johnnie’s third grade teacher asked him how his weekend was.
“Horribly, a car hit my dog in the ass,” he said.
She corrected his language. “Rectum.”
“Wrecked him?” Johnnie shouted. “Damn near killed him!”