“Ukuleles are like your children. The first one, you obsess and protect. By the fourth one, you let them eat high-fructose corn syrup and run with power tools.” — The Interwebs
So what do you suppose we should say about a universe that contains something called The Ukelele Orchestra of Great Britain–with seven ukes?! Here is a little ditty–with copious apologies to Ennio Morricone–that is particularly dear in the hearts of me and my poker buddies. I won’t explain why, because that in itself is beyond ridiculous. But this should tide you over until the next sublime post, which is still incubating.