A guy meets a childhood pal: "What are you doing for yourself these days?" I'm a fireman. Oh yeah? My 15-year-old kid wants to be a fireman. Well, if you want some good advice, you've got to install in your house a pole that will go to the basement so you kid can practice, 'cause the hardest thing for a fireman is to jump off into space and catch that pole in the middle of the night. Ten years later, the two guys happen to meet again: "Well, did your son become a fireman?" "No, but I have two daughters who are exotic dancers."