This is where I tell the story of the time I took a shard of slate and etched on it, in Paleo-Hebraic Script, “Jehoshuah poh” (Joshuah was here) and gave it to my OT professor at seminary while earnestly (with many nods and looking right into his eyes and not laughing) claiming I had found it at Jericho.
He started his next lecture by showing it to the class.
You were a bad boy.
That was so naughty.