A little old lady goes into an ice cream parlor. She says to
the young man behind the counter, “I’d like a vanilla cone,
please.”

The counterman replies, “Sorry, ma’am, but we’re out of
vanilla today.”

“All righty,” says the lady, “Then, I’ll just have vanilla.”

“No, ma’am, perhaps you didn’t understand,” says the counterman,
“We’re all OUT of vanilla today. All we have is chocolate and
strawberry.”

“I see…” says the old lady. “Well, in that case, I’ll have
vanilla, please.”

“Lady!” growls the counterman, “I said we’re all out of vanilla!
No vanilla! None!”

“Oh, dear,” says the old lady. “And I had my heart so set. Well,
okay, fine then, just make me a vanilla cone.”

The counterman loses his patience, “Lady, listen to me. Can you
spell the ’straw’ in strawberry?”

“Why certainly,” she replies, “S-T-R-A-W.”

“Okay, lady, now can you spell the ‘choc’ in chocolate?”

“Yes, C-H-O-C,” she answers.

The counterman sneers, “Now how about the ‘fuck’ in vanilla?”

“My goodness,” sputters the old lady, “Why, there’s no ‘fuck’
in vanilla!”

“Right, lady!” growls the counterman, “THERE AIN’T NO FUCK IN
VANILLA!!!!”