Were you thinking of any bed in particular, Liz? By the way, it's the right (not Wright) whale, which, as I learned it, was so named by whalers because all its components (oil, blubber, etc.) were of the kind and quality most in demand in the marketplace, making it the "right" whale to hunt. I don't know if the same could be said for its genitalia, though.

I don't know why, but that reminds me of the story about the three samurai warriors who were vying for the hand of the Emperor's daughter. The Emperor opened a little box, releasing a fly into the room. Samurai #1 neatly dispatched the poor insect with his sword. Samurai #2 did the same to the next fly, but he did it blindfolded. Samurai #3 slashed smartly with his sword at the third fly...which continued to buzz about the room. "He still flies," said the Emperor, disapprovingly. "Yes, Sire," said the warrior. "But he will never reproduce."

Aloha,
Mark