Reading progress update: I've read 36%.

Mort  - Terry Pratchett

 

And now we have an ointment, cooked up by a wizard who drank too much 'potency' elixir so he had to soak in a cold water trough, that:

 

 

"Provides your wild oats while guaranteeing a crop failure..."

 

Snorts and giggles and winks for everybody!

I'd be getting some odd looks if I wasn't home alone today.