Waiting for Gouda

I have finally trained myself so that anytime I see or hear the phrase “pink elephant”, I instantly picture nothing but a sepia-toned daguerreotype of Chester A. Arthur.

This way, the next time somebody is trying to make an idiotic point about the power of suggestion, I can tell them to stick it.

My next goal is a foolproof plan for dealing with gorillas of varying weights that may or may not be in the room.