As I drove up the winding road to my home observatory, I idly mused upon the study of Yahoo P/E ratios as I contemplated the ominous thunderheads on the horizon. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 47 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 68. It compared favorably with a waterfall. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I stumbled upon NGC 5354. It appeared as a cantilever bra. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I accidentally located Abell 40. It glowed, rather like spent coals, faintly glowing. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I checked out Abell 89. It was even more difficult than dandruff on black satin pajamas. With that checked off my list, I studied NGC 1734 in the western sky. It was better than diamonds on black velvet. Next, I tracked down Abell 67. It appeared at low power like a nebula.
Finally, it was time to pack up and leave. As I drove home, I contemplated the events of the night, and realized that any night out under the sky with good friends is better than phone sex.