>You take the palm! I think

I told this one before, but not in a contest for a palm.

When I was in Europe on a cycling adventure, I found myself at Dover on a Sunday evening, booked on the ferry to Ostende. The trip was very rough and I became quite seasick, but recovered in the beautiful daylight of a crisp fall day. Rejoicing, I sent a cable to my father: Sick transit, glorious Monday.

Not only is it a fourplex pun, but it's bilingual as well. Or does bilingual mean speaking with a forked tongue??


TEd