Early one morning, the milkman was doing his rounds. He stopped at a house to ask for his monthly fee, only to find a small boy at the door slurping from a beer bottle, smoking a Havana cigar, and with his arm around what appeared to be a prostitute.
Surprised, the milkman asked the boy if his parents were home.
"Does it fucking look like it?"
The milkman, quite rightly, then stabbed the child in the neck with a screwdriver.
That taught the cheeky twat a valuable lesson, which sadly though resulted in his death.