There was once a little boy who got very good grades, straight A's on every subject on every report card. His
name was Billy. His father was very proud of him, and decided to give him one thing every year, whatever
he wanted. The little boy, for one odd reason or another, chose a pink golf ball, each and every year. So
finally, when the boy was sixteen, the dad got fed up with it and bought him a car. The son was fine with this,
and took it on a joyride down to his favorite restaurant. He didn't want to drivethrough and he couldn't find a
parking spot, but finally he found a spot on the other side of the street. He walked across happily, and
halfway across, was hit by a truck. On his deathbed, the wounds were fatal, he was asked by his father:
"What did you do with the pink golf balls?" The son replied: "Well I ---" With that he died.
The moral is that you should look both ways before crossing the street.
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