When I was 9, I went to a business dinner with my dad. His colleague told a slightly off-color joke involving a big brown bear, but, not knowing drug-jargon, I missed the punchline entirely. 5 years later, my brain did one of those magic-8-ball tricks, the joke floated to the surface of my consciousness, and lo and behold, I finally got it. It really wasn't that good, but i'm proud of it anyway.

...and here's a hat about that.