Perhaps it is the number and variety of medications I am now forced to ingest daily. It could be flawed chemical processes in my brain pan that have been the hallmark of my existence over all these years. Whatever the cause, the following story tickled my funny bone in a big way, so I thought I would share it with others who share my aberrent state of mind.

And African and an Indian were holding a discussion at the bar of a major New York City hotel where the two scientists were attending a convention.

"I'm telling you it sounds more like 'Whoooooooooom!'" declared the African scientist.

"No. No. It is much more like, 'Whooom-ba!'" countered his Indian counterpart.

A scientist from Harvard overheard the exchange and butted in to offer his opinion. "Gentlemen, having studied linguistics for the better part of 20 years, I assure you that the word you seek is 'Womb! W-O-M-B.'" and smugly walked away, proud of his enlightenment of those lesser educated than he.

"What a smart-ass," the Indian muttered at the back of the departing Harvard man.

"That's for certain," agreed his African cohort. "I'm willing to bet he hasn't ever seen a hippopotamus, much less heard one fart under water!"

Someone wanna pass me a couple more of those little pink pills?