grayness

Hmmmm. I 'm not sure whether I'm suffering from a false memory or remembering a dream, or what.

Dredged up from the darkest recesses of the crenellations of my cortex, I "remember" having made a joke once where the punchline was something about "the separation of yurts and Heche".

I can't remember the setup for the life of me, so at least you're partially safe...

You may now throw pointy objects at me. Or, as an exercise for the reader, you may engage in forensic reconstruction of the joke....