After I read about the Porsche wine today and gave the appropriate shout of laughter, I knew—just knew—that there was a joke floating around in there somewhere. Something about wine and air-cooled 911s. I had the pieces, I just couldn’t put them together. Probably because I don’t have much of a soul left.
Reader Kaiserserser, however, appears to have both a soul and a sense of humor, cracking the joke that I was unable crack myself:
I read it and heard a chorus of angels singing a single, pure note. The clouds parted and a ray of sunlight fell upon me.
That was it, the joke I was looking for. Wow.