That’s nothing but Swan-upmanship, Peter!
Now THAT is brilliant!
I just look at that base and think of all the flutes it could have made. 
Think we should use this thread for something useful and start a campaign for an asteroid and/or goddess called Lambretta?
It’d be a decent name for some kind of prepackaged meat product. Like Spam, only made instead of lamb. Couldn’t call it Spamb.
Or maybe Shrimp.
I’m staying on point.
Yer krillin’ me.
… or “Slutton”, for Shoulder of lamb or mutton. Call it “Slut” for short.
Western Pleasure…
My wife traded for a horse named Vesta once.
She was Vesta until she got out of the trailer.
She was Vespa from then on.
Nice enough… but short.
Not even close, Denny. There’s not enough lithic splendor on it. And besides, I said “a guy vest”. I say it could be done.
Fringes, fer hevvinsakes…
you sex yer vests?
It can be quite tricky until they grow. And, if you lay them down, they will grow. It’s called an investment.
Well, you’ve kind of forced me to.
I missed the “guy vest” part…
You guyz dress, ah, a bit more flamboyant that the local farm boys.
Maybe I should take the truck into the city…
It’s so the night traffic can see me better when I’m trying to cross the street. One’s entertainments become a bit extreme after a while, once the thrill of the casino has paled.
you go out after dark?
without a headlamp??
As I always assure those concerned about such mysterious passers-by as I might meet on my night rambles: THEY have to look out for ME.
Yes, Denny. They stopped making me use safety scissors years ago.
Heck, this time of year it is hard to get out during the 6 or so hours of daylight.
you’ve streetlights & traffic 
night life around here had four paws