A man walks into a bar. He sits down and has a drink. That’s not surprising when you know him, and I know you do. He is that guy with the nose. The one in the middle of his face. Did I say he walks into a bar? That’s not true. He walks into a whale. The big white one he has been chasing forever. It’s called Toby. Wait a minute, that’s not right. It’s not a nose. It’s a peg leg. A man walks into a whale on his peg leg. That is the end. Have a drink.