I told a kid a joke and he laughed too loud so the Nun took notice and asked what was going on. When she learned that the joke had the word "fart" in it, she sent me to Mother Superior who pinned a note on my shirt about "using filthy language" and sent me home.
I was afraid that Dad would be really pissed and balked at telling him the word - for a while. When he heard it, he asked if that was the real story and I told him it was. He dragged me down to the school and into Mother Superior's office where he asked her what I had said. She told him it was too terrible to repeat and asked if I had told him. He told her I had, but he needed to verify it before he could decide on punishment - if I lied I might not be properly punished.
She finally told him that I had said the word "fart". He looked at her and asked if that was true and she acknowledged it was.
He then looked at her and said, Well Jesus Christ, what the hell's wrong with that?"
She reddened, I paled, and he grinned and took me out for a banana split (39 cents at the local Woolworth at the time).
He had no time for the prissy-minded idiots of the world.
Nice.