[Overpaid Slacker]

andy -- be careful with that joke, it's an antique.

In that spirit:

A six-foot tall grasshopper walks into a bar one evening. Naturally, a hush falls over the packed gin mill as people stop mid sentence, mid-swallow to stare at this enormous insect. In the stunned silence, the grasshopper awkwardly ambles up to the bartender, who is standing there, jaw agape. After a second, the bartender shakes out of his amazement and says the only thing that comes to his overtaxed mind: "Wow. You know we have a drink named after you."

The grasshopper, now equally stunned and incredulous says back: "Really? You've got a drink called 'Phil?!?'"

Try the veal.

JP