This entry will probably mean nothing to you unless you play World of Warcraft.
Our raid group (Alliance) was at the very end of an Alterac Valley battle, in the enemy keep, assaulting the Horde general (Drek’Thar). For whatever reason, we ended up in the keep without any warrior tanks.
So Arthur, my wonderful little Westfall boar, who I’ve had since level 10, ended up as main tank. Hilarity ensued.
We still won.
He who knows nothing, knows nothing.
But he who knows he knows nothing knows something.
And he who knows someone whose friend’s wife’s brother knows nothing,
he knows something. Or something like that.