BBF on a rainy Friday morning.
While attempting to come up with a witticism for today, my mind turned to my old arch-nemesis, Ralph, a self-important dope who was a moderator on a classic fly rod forum. This august position represented the acme of Ralph's achievements, and he seemed to be under the impression that in terms of prestige and power it was something along the lines of, say, Secretary of Defense.
Ralph last laughed back in 1937 when one of his play-mates fell and broke his leg. He last said something funny never.
He used to chastise me regularly; here's how he would have reacted to yesterday's little chicken-milking joke:
"Cloozoe: I fail to see how chickens have anything to do with fly-fishing. You are to confine yourself to relevant posts. Furthermore, chickens don't give milk. Further-furthermore, while I can't prove it, I strongly suspect you are aware that chickens don't give milk and are deliberately attempting to misinform the membership in violation of forum rules. You've been spoken to about such violations before and are now on double super-secret probation. Any additional transgressions will result in YOUR PERMANENT BANISHMENT!"
Happy Friday, all.