There was once a baby that was born just a head. Every day he would look out his window and see the other kids playing across the street in the park. Every single night he prayed and wished and prayed and wished to have a body so that he could play with the kids in the park.

One day he woke up, and lo and behold, he had a body! Almost immediately he ran across the street to the park, was hit by a car and died. What's the moral of the story?

Quit while you're A HEAD