OT: Some light relief for those certain people

> A man is waiting for his 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 now old enough for his first drink. Dad
> takes him to the bar, tearfully tells the son he is proud of him and
> 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.
> Swoooosh! Plop!! A torso pops out! The bar is dead silent; then bursts
> into whoops of joy. The father, shocked, begs his son to drink again.
> The patrons chant 'Take another drink!'
> The bartender continues to shake his head in dismay . Swoooosh! Plip!
> Plop!! Two arms pop out.
> The bar goes wild The father, crying and wailing, begs his son to
> drink again. The patrons chant, 'Take another drink! Take another
> drink!!' The bartender ignores the whole affair and goes back to
> polishing glasses, shaking his head, clearly unimpressed by the
> amazing scenes.
> By now the boy is getting tipsy, but with his new hands he reaches
> down, grabs his drink and guzzles the last of it. Plop! Plip!! Two
> legs pop out. The bar is in chaos.
> The father falls to his knees and tearfully thanks God. The boy stands
> up on his new legs and stumbles to the left then staggers to the right
> through the front door, into the street, where a truck runs over him
> and kills him instantly. The bar falls silent.
> The father moans in grief . The bartender sighs and says,
> (Wait for it)
> (It's coming)
> *
> *
> (Ya ready?)
> *
> *
> * (Don't hate me)
> *
> *
> * (You're gonna hate me)
> *
> *
> * (Take a deep breath)
> *
> *
> *
> 'He should've quit while he was a head!
>

>
> A man is waiting for his 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 now old enough for his first drink. Dad
> takes him to the bar, tearfully tells the son he is proud of him and
> 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.
>
> Swoooosh! Plop!! A torso pops out! The bar is dead silent; then bursts
> into whoops of joy. The father, shocked, begs his son to drink again.
> The patrons chant 'Take another drink!'
> The bartender continues to shake his head in dismay . Swoooosh! Plip!
> Plop!! Two arms pop out.
> The bar goes wild The father, crying and wailing, begs his son to
> drink again. The patrons chant, 'Take another drink! Take another
> drink!!' The bartender ignores the whole affair and goes back to
> polishing glasses, shaking his head, clearly unimpressed by the
> amazing scenes.
> By now the boy is getting tipsy, but with his new hands he reaches
> down, grabs his drink and guzzles the last of it. Plop! Plip!! Two
> legs pop out. The bar is in chaos.
> The father falls to his knees and tearfully thanks God. The boy stands
> up on his new legs and stumbles to the left then staggers to the right
> through the front door, into the street, where a truck runs over him
> and kills him instantly. The bar falls silent.
> The father moans in grief . The bartender sighs and says,
>
>
>
> (Wait for it)
>
>
>
>
>
>
>
>
> (It's coming)
>
>
>
>
>
>
>
>
> *
>
>
>
>
>
>
>
>
> *
>
>
> (Ya ready?)
>
>
>
>
>
>
>
>
> *
>
>
>
>
>
>
>
>
> *
>
>
>
>
>
>
>
>
> * (Don't hate me)
>
>
>
>
>
>
>
>
> *
>
>
>
>
> *
>
>
>
>
>
>
>
>
> * (You're gonna hate me)
>
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> *
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> *
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>
>
>
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>
>
> * (Take a deep breath)
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> *
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> *
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> *
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> 'He should've quit while he was a head!
>
>         
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>

> * (You're gonna hate me)