A guy meets a childhood pal. "What are you doing for yourself these days?" "I'm a fireman," his old friend replies. "Yeah? My 15-year-old kid wants to be a fireman," says the guy. "Well," says his friend, "if you want some good advice, you've got to install a brass pole in your house that goes from the top floor to the basement so your kid can practice. The hardest thing for new 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 ever become a fireman?" "No," says the guy, "but I have two daughters who are strippers."