Re: How\'s ya father

> It was about this point Jay collapsed.
When Jay awoke, Cerebrum was hovering over him.
"Man, I just had the most horrible dream," said Jay, as he got to
his feet.
"My son!" cried Cerebrum. Jay collapsed again.
When he woke up again, he leapt to his feet. "Wait a minute," he
shouted. "How could you be my father? I know my father, and he isn't
you."
"You mean you know the man who you think is your father," corrected
Cerebrum. "It was many years ago, when I was a young student in
medical school. There was a party, your mother and I were both
present, our eyes met..."
"Are you saying you seduced my mother?" demandfed Jay.
"No. We both got drunk and wound up in bed together," replied
Cerebrum.
"Ah-ha!" cried Jay. "I got you now. My mother doesn't drink."
"Why do you think she quit?" explained Cerebrum.
"Doh. You got me there."
"Now, now that we know you're a Cerebrum, you'll have to change your
last name. Also, my son, I want you to get out of this piloting
business. All Cerebrum's in history of our proud family have been
involved with the psychiatric business," stated Cerebrum, drumming
his fingers together.
"Every one of you has been a psychiatrist?"
"No. About half of us were. The other half were inmates in an
asylum. Now, from what I can tell, you won't be affilcted by
permanently messy hair like most of us Cerebrum's are..."
"Thank god for that," Jay said.
"No, baldness comes from the mother's side. You'll be as bald as a
cueball before the age of thirty."
"GAH!"