Mrs. White is out doing her grocery shopping with her son Billy. They stop at the local butcher shop, where Mrs. White asks the butcher what the special of the day is.
"We have Damm ham at 50¢ a pound", the butcher answers.
Mrs. White, a staunch social conservative, is horrified and covers Billy's ears. "Sir, you should not use that kind of language in the presence of children!!" she scolds.
"Ma'am, that's the name of this type of ham, named after the German valley where it comes from," the butcher patiently explains.
Mollified by the explanation, Mrs. White says (with a bit of embarrassment), "Very well, I'll take two pounds of the Damm ham, then."
Later in the evening, Mr. White comes home from work and is greeted by Billy at the door. "Hi, son! What's your mother cooking for dinner? It smells wonderful!"
Billy answers, "She's making Damm ham."
Mr. White is shocked and yells at Billy, "YOU WATCH YOUR LANGUAGE, YOUNG MAN!!!"
Mrs. White hears the commotion and explains to her husband about the Damm ham and it's name. Mr. White calms down and waits for dinner to be served.
Minutes later, the three of them sit at the table. Just after Mr. White has finished saying their pre-dinner prayers, their troublesome teenage daughter strolls in, late as usual.
Mr. White give his daughter a dirty look, then gruffly asks his wife, "Pass the Damm ham, please."
At which the daughter exclaims, "That's the spirit, dad! Now someone pass the F&@%ing potatoes!!"