Except the one on his head. That's a toup tribble, specially bred to keep it's balance during love scenes and swash-buckling. It comes with a variety of fur lengths for authenticity and is guaranteed not to sit like a hovercraft on the balding pate.
As she lay there dozing next to me a voice inside my head kept saying, "Relax, you are not the first doctor to sleep with one of his patients." But another voice kept saying, "Paradigmsearch, you are a veterinarian."
There sure are some unhappy threads around here lately... Kind of depressing... Oh, well. There's always this one....
Sherlock Holmes and Dr. Watson go on a camping trip. After a good dinner and a bottle of wine, they retire for the night, and go to sleep. Some hours later, Holmes wakes up and nudges his faithful friend.
"Watson, look up at the sky and tell me what you see."
"I see millions and millions of stars, Holmes," replies Watson.
"And what do you deduce from that?"
Watson ponders for a minute.
"Well, astronomically, it tells me that there are millions of galaxies and potentially billions of planets. Astrologically, I observe that Saturn is in Leo. Meteorologically, I suspect that we will have a beautiful day tomorrow. Theologically, I can see that God is all-powerful, and that we are a small and insignificant part of the universe. What does it tell you, Holmes?"
Holmes is silent for a moment. "Watson, you idiot!" he says. "Someone stole our tent!"
There has been a lot of anti Irish propaganda in the news lately. You know those kinds of stories that just don't usually make international front pages, but just happened to, with half the facts missing. So to cheer myself up, I am inventing an anti stereotype. I'm going to wear all blue, while drinking a non alcoholic beer and eating some lizard for dinner. Take that media!