Here's a joke, see what you think.
A man was waiting for his wife to give birth. The doctor came and informed the dad that his son was born without a torso, arms, or legs. The son was just a head!
But the dad loved his son and raised him as well as he could. Eighteen years later, the son was old enough for his first drink. The dad took him to a bar, tearfully told him he was proud of him, and ordered the biggest, strongest drink for his boy. With all the bar patrons looking on curiously, the boy took his first sip of alcohol.
Pow! A torso popped out!
The bar was dead silent, then burst into a whoop of joy. The father, shocked, begged his son to drink again. The patrons chanted, "Take another drink! Take another drink!" The bartender shook his head in dismay.
Pow! Two arms popped out!
The bar went wild. The father, crying and wailing, begged his son to drink again. The patrons chanted, "Take another drink! Take another drink!" But the bartender ignored the whole affair.
By this time, the boy was getting tipsy. With his new hands, he reached down, grabbed the drink, and guzzled the last of it.
Pow! Two legs popped out.
The bar was in chaos. The father wept with joy. The boy stood up on his new legs. He stumbled to the left. He stumbled to the right. Then he stumbled through the front door and into the street, where a truck ran him over.
The bar fell silent. The father moaned with grief. The bartender merely sighed and said, "He should have quit while he was a head."
Now this just doesn't seem right to me. Because he was a head BEFORE he started drinking, right? I mean this joke got headed in the wrong direction. I mean the writer should get his head out of his... I mean if he had one. Heads up, here's the end of the post!
 
Christmas Eve
1 hour ago
17 comments:
(shakes head and sighs)
J - That's right, keep the head theme going.
That's right. He was a head first.
C - But it didn't last.
I had long suspected that Mike was a head case. Now I know.
I thought it was really funny. Back in about 1975.
I had to shake my head too....
Either him, the truck driver, or both, were headed in the wrong direction.
Hee. Cheers Mike!!
hehehehehehehe
you kill me
B - People have know that since.... 1975.
G - You must be really old. Like me and Bilbo.
A - Again, keeping the head theme going. Good.
MM - Heads up. There may be another one tomorrow.
D - If I did kill you I'd head out of town as fast as I could.
Oh yeah! When Bilbo and I get together for a few drinks, we talk about rheumatism, the good ol' days, how kids don't appreciate how good they have it these days, stories about walking to school in the snow, and so on. Just for good measure, if we see any children, we yell at them to stay out of our yards.
G - Walking to school in the snow uphill both ways with a head wind.
You too? All we had to eat was tomato sandwiches. Why am I starting to feel like I'm in Monty Python's "Four Yorkshiremen" skit?
Gilahi, can you repeat the last few comments...I didn't have my ear trumpet with me...
G - I thought it was ketchup sandwiches. Maybe your were a head of your time in sandwich choises.
B - Your can play a trumpet out your ear? That's some magical head you got there.
Choices. I thought I would head off the harassment.
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