A beatnik walks into a diner:

Beatnik: Hey, lady, can I have a slice of apple pie?
Waitress: The apple pie is gone.
Beatnik: Dig it! Give me two slices!


:smoke:

"I don't want to bug you, dude... but your music has stopped and your monkey is on fire."

:smoke:

it's going into my email lists

You may need this site to get hep to it:

http://members.aol.com/gethep/jive.html

Beatnik goes into a fish store. “Mash me a fin, man”

Fish store clerk looks puzzled at first, then cuts off a Mako shark fin, purees it, puts it in a cup, hands it to the beatnik and says, “That’ll be five dollars.”

Beatnik walks out the door: “Solid, dad! Now I can grease my old lady for the smokes she collared.”

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Begin by standing on a comfortable surface, where you have plenty of
room at each side.

With a 5-lb potato sack in each hand, extend your arms straight out
from your sides and hold them there as long as you can.

Try to reach a full minute, and then relax.

Each day, you'll find that you can hold this position for just a bit
longer.

After a couple of weeks, move up to 10-lb potato sacks. Then try 50-lb
potato sacks and then eventually try to get to where you can lift a
100-lb potato sack in each hand and hold your arms straight for more than
a full minute. (I'm at this level)

After you feel confident at that level, put a potato in each of the sacks.

:spray:

up, down, up down, ...

then I do the other eyelid

:thumbsup:

:hi: BurtWorm!

:hi:

You're hep to the lingo.

Slip me some skin, man.
Those new vines yer wearin'?
Like yer shades, too.

I'd really be swingin' with a sky piece on my dome.

:smoke:

to figure out what the hell a Beatnik was.

;)

made me look cool with my dads great big ole white shirt

:hi:

daddy-o:hi:

I'm imagining the Fonzie version of a Beatnik :D