An Old Joke - G.L.P.

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Grin. Not really much to this story, but hey, it's April, and what would April be without a joke?

[Robert_Moriyama]

The less-polite variation has a guy walk into (doctor's office, bar, wherever) with a grotesque pulsating thingy on his head (or neck, whatever), whereupon someone asks,

"My God! What is that thing?"

To which the thingy replies, "Beats me. I woke up this morning, and found it growing on my ass!"

... or words to that effect.

Next month, the Mare Inebrium plays host to the PanGalactic No Tentacles No Pincers Joke Festival.

(Sample: What do you call a D'rrish with no claws and no pedal extremities? B'ahb.)

:-/

Besides, there wasn't enough sensory information and it didn't follow the prescribed arc of a STORY. (Thought I'd save Nate some time.)

Robert "Hey! Bad jokes are MY department!" M.

[Robert_Moriyama]

But how could he resist something that had a magic name ("Gareth" - symbol of quality storytelling since the Permian Epoch) AND "Mare Inebrium" attached to it? And anyway, he was still suffering from working four weeks' worth of hours in about two weeks. (That's his excuse, and he's sticking to it.)

Robert M. ::)