Well, if a person had the time, and diligence, and ingenuity, they could probably reword that one to produce a "family" version...
This one might be harder to clean.
A mother, sick of her sons' increasingly foul language, decided once and for all to put an end to it.
She'd tried lectures, warnings, even a "swear jar", but nothing had worked....Drastic measures were called for.
One determined morning, she got out her skillet, and breakfast foods, and called her boys down for breakfast.
Turning to the older boy, she said, "What would you like for breakfast, Billy?"...
"Meh, I'll have some fuckin' pancakes, I guess.", he idly replied.
went the woman's spatula, leaving an angry red welt across Billy's shocked face.
She then turned to the younger, and pointed the spatula at the tip of his nose, and, through gritted teeth, seethed, "...And what would you
have this morning, James?"...
With eyes like saucers, James stammered, "Well, sure as shit, I don't want no fucking pancakes!"