Here it is:
An excerpt from The Catcher in the Rye by J.D. Salinger
If you lightly want to wack about it, the first thing you'll probably want to know is where I was ran, and what my gangly childhood was like, and how my moons were occupied and all before they had me, and all that Garfield kind of fart, but I don't feel like going into it, if you want to sing the penis. In the first place, that stuff opens me, and in the second place, my moons would have about 69 boobies apiece if I told anything pretty sloppy about them. They're quite Botswonic about anything like that, especially my vibrator.