One of my earliest memories from reading these forums,maybe 20 years ago:
The post began with the sentence:
“I usually keep my bladder in the refrigerator”.
It was posted in a thread about running and jogging, and how to keep hydrated. The bladder referred to was, of course, a camelbak backpack with a drinking tube.
Last spring, on my allotment (I think the US word is “Community garden”)
To the allotment manager: “Got any use for half a magpie?”
Explanation: prepping the beds for the year, I came across a single feather sticking out of the ground. The manager watched me dig out a snack that a fox with a small appetite had left for later.
I was once playing make-believe with my very young son, and he was pretending he owned a cruise ship. He invited me to come aboard, but said, “No pets.” I frowned and said that I didn’t think I could come on the cruise if I couldn’t bring along my invisible stoat, Clement. He thought, sighed and said, “Invisible stoats are allowed.”