Are you a unicorn?
Latigo Flint can identify unicorns. His post on the matter made me snort apple juice at work.

"Hello." I said. She continued to sway with the music.

"I don't think you're a unicorn."

(That certainly got her attention.)

"Excuse me, what did you say?!"

I nodded my affirmation. "You know, a unicorn..." I stopped nodding and started shaking my head. "I don't think you are one."

You'll have to "cliquez ze linque" to see the punchline. It's quite the step up from Mr. Flint's usual macking on the Starbucks girl, getting assaulted by her boyfriend and waking up in an alley smelling of blooded buckskins. (I don't know if it tops Kid Relish's "titanium pimpstick" though.)  ¶ 7:29 p.m.