Einstein's Jokees

The Three Stooges walk into a bar and poke the bartender in the eyes...
 
Jack Kerouac: Three guys—though there might at one time have been more, might have been an army of them: lost, beat, shrouded in holiness, footsore yet joyous with the knowledge that in this impermanent life where the bum, the martyr, the sacred goof has no place to rest a weary head, if indeed, it is weary (or wary. Bewarey!)--bedraggled, grizzled, nodding off, becoiffed with the infinite care and tender mercies of the strange angelic night that pours—yow!--like rich liquors from our own cerubic dreams, dreams that Cody shared too in his raw-boned, saintly unsuspecting joys, his joys of wild, bop-soaked nights in Frisco, in New York, at Birdland, bright with excitement as your own eyes dart everywhere, thinking: “Hi!” “Hey!” “Look out!” “Wow!” and the buddha-like eyes of Charlie Parker stare down from the bandstand saying “Everything’s now! And everything’s all right!—walk into a bar.

---dr.M.

I bow my head and acknowledge a Master.
 
Andrew Dice Clay: Doe, a deer, a female deer walked into a bar. And Ray fucked her ass.
 
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