A man is waiting for wife to
give birth. The doctor comes in and
informs the dad that his son was
born without torso, arms or legs. The
son is just a head! But the dad
loves his son and raises him as well as he
can, with love and compassion.
After 21 years, the son is old enough
for his first drink. Dad takes him
to the bar and tearfully tells
the son he is proud of him. Dad orders up
the biggest, strongest drink for
his boy. With all the bar
patrons looking on curiously and
the bartender shaking his head in
disbelief, the boy takes his first
sip of alcohol. Swoooop! A torso pops out!
The bar is dead silent; then bursts
into a whoop of joy. The father,
shocked, begs his son to drink
again. The patrons chant "take another
drink"! The bartender still shakes
his head in dismay.
Swoooop! Two arms pops out. The
bar goes wild.
The father, crying and wailing,
begs his son to drink again.
The patrons chant "take another
drink"!
The bartender ignores the whole
affair. By now the boy
is getting tipsy, and with his
new hands he reaches down,
grabs his drink and guzzles the
last of it. Swoooop!
Two legs pop out. The bar is in
chaos.
The father thanks God. The boy stands
up on his new legs
and stumbles to the left.... then
to the right.... right through
the front door, into the street,
where a truck runs into him
and kills him. The bar falls silent.
The father moans in grief. The
bartender cleans his glasses and
whistles an old Irish tune. The father
looks at the bartender in disbelief
and asks, "How can you be so cold
and callous?"
The bartender says, "That boy should
have quit while he was a head."