WORKS ON DIGITAL PAPER

Courtesy of MLusk, Weather Records

The inability of the polar bear to be anything but itself infuriated the big beast.  We snickered in our seats.  Coby leaned over and tapped the bosun on the shoulder indicating a right turn might be in order.  The bosun, for her part, having none of it, gave him the English finger with two fingers turned up.
"Can we get you anything?"
"Just a cold can of beer."