My Son

The day my son was born was one of the most happy and tragic days of my life. He was born perfectly healthy except that he was only a head. This shocked me, but I did my best to raise him right. It was'nt all bad, when he started school he was always head of the class, and in high school he was the head of the football team. On his twenty first birthday I took him to a bar, plopt him down on the bar and got ourselves two beers. I cracked one open and my son knocked it back. All of a sudden a torso shot out from were his neck should be. Stunned I gave him another beer and arms shot out of his torso. People around the bar began to notice and started cheering him on to keep drinking. After every drink another miracle would happen around the bar. At two in the morning I told my son we better get heading home. He begged me to let him have one more drink and was encouraged by the crowd, so I ordered our last drink and gave it to him. As soon as it touched his lips he disappeared. The moral of the story is to quit while your a head.