"Is that an idea," the tourist

  asked while flash bulbs rang out, "Or is it trademarked?" A little humanoid finished the sentence. 

  "WTF?! What's in this room?" 

  We'd run with the bulls in Gatlinburg and skipped a tour of "wine country".  Roads were blocked and "shooters" of tire-deflating harpoons were on the rocks outside Oakridge. 

  Checking out a quasi-public/private gathering of entrepreneurs had brought to head great debates about community. 

  "And you are?" 

  "With 

  "Where's 

  "Mrs. Botox has left the building." 

  "Smoking.  Why?" 

  "That's not a possible antidote." 

  "Lemme see the list." 

  "Did any of you see this person?" 

  "Said she didn't mind.  Likes dogs." 

  "Yeah, but 

  "Those were 

  "The North Korean ones."