The Father, passing thru the son’s college town late one night on a business
trip, thought he would pay a surprise visit to the boy.
Arriving at the fraternity house, he knocked on the door.
After several minutes of knocking, a sleepy voice drifted down from a second
floor window. “Whaddya want?”
“Does Jimmy Duncan live here?” asked the father.
�? Yeah!” replied the voice. “Dump him on the front porch and we’ll take care
of him in the morning.”