Today I spent many hours literally wrestling with a yak horn and trying not to kill the artist who wanted to use the horn in his window. I'm not sure which was the more trying. The yak horn was heavy, twisty, and about 4 feet long. But I REALLY wanted to kill the poor hapless artist. It's quite exhausting wrestling with yak horns and not committing homicide.
Postscript to 'Southern Lady Screaming' - I have to thank my friend MKA for that phrase. While I knew the phenomenon quite well, I hadn't given it a title until she provided it.
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Right off hand I can think of a great place to put that yak horn...but I won't say it. That would be tacky.
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