Oh, frogprince, you remind me of a great friend of mine, now long-dead of AIDS. (thread creep alert!) Back when I was a teenager in Africa, this friend, who was an inordinate punster, once went through a loooooong, shaggy dog story about how I was making tea out of koala bears but had left the fur in and it was undrinkable, because (wait for it)
The Koala Tea Of Mrrzy Is Not Strained.
Unfortunately, being an adolescent in French West Africa meant I had never read Shakespeare, and I didn't get it at all. He was so mad! One of my favorite memories of this guy. Thanks.