A guy and a giraffe walked into a bar.
Both the giraffe and the guy got drunk.
The giraffe collapsed to the floor and the guy got up to leave.
The bartender said you cant leave that lyin [lion] here.
The guy said its not a lion its a giraffe.
What really knocks me out is a book that, when you're all done reading it, you wish the author that wrote it was a terrific friend of yours and you could call him up on the phone whenever you felt like it. That doesn't happen much, though. — J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye