Caveat Lector
09-05-2005, 05:03 PM
There was a little boy named Billy playing with his fire truck. Vooom Zooom he went excited by the flashing red lights.. He was in love with his dear fire truck.. His mother walks in and asks, "What are you doing Billy." He goes, "Mommy, when I grow up, I want to be a fireman." The mother, in a sad depressing voice says, "No, no you won't Billy, you have cancer."