Dead Men Tell No Jokes
And no, I don't want to talk about that guns-for-jokes deal the team here at Alias Poor Yorick tried to set up with the Taliban. It seemed like a good idea at the time. Lateral thinking, comedy-cash-and-peace-in-our-time, all that stuff. What can I say. Hearts in the right place, brains somewhere in the Cayman Islands getting a tan. Anyway. Still in the spirit of international peace and friendship, I'd been hoping to work up a joke or two especially for our Slovenian readers. Hello Slovenia. How are ? Where are you ? Details a little hazy but I remember the joke was going something like Q: How many Slovenians does it take to change a light bulb ? A: Never mind about that, this is the Russian Mafia here. We want to know where you got the light bulbs, 'cos not from us for sure. Russian Mafia not happy about this ... (Well look it was a work in progress, gimme a break) Anyway. No sooner had I keyed in "Russian Mafia" for the second time when I got an urgen...