A few days before his son was due to leave for his first semester at university, a father sat him down for a quiet chat.
“Son,” he said, “in college you’re going to be surrounded by beautiful girls, so I got you something from the chemist.”
“Dad, you didn’t need to. I’ve already got condoms.”
“With a face like yours, you won’t be needing condoms, son. I bought you some anti-depressants.”