A 'vrai Québeçois' takes his three cats, Un, Deux and Trois, out for a walk on the Spring ice the other day. When he returns an hour later without the cats, his 'blonde' is shocked and asks him, "Les chats, la, sont ou?" He shakes his head sadly, "Un, Deux Trois cats sank...".
Ok, it helps to be a bit bilingual for that one.
Here's one more important note:
Did you know that had you been up at 2 minutes, 3 seconds past 1 o'clock this morning, the exact time could have been written as: 01:02:03 04/05/06. This wonderful revelation will never be repeated, and like you, I too missed it by foolishly sleep it away.
Such are the finer things in life, I suppose.