Friday, April 27, 2007

Memories & The Mohawk


A somewhat old-fashioned gag about the generation gap.


A leather-jacketed punk with a multi-colored mohawk sits down on a bench next to a middle aged guy in a suit, who's reading a newspaper. When the punk spits at a bird looking for some crumbs, the man motices him as if for the first time, turns slightly, stares at the punk and then, somewhat wondrously at the kid's rainbow-colored hair...then nack to the kid again.

The teenager sneers at him and says:

"What's up? Never done anything interesting in your life?"

To which the man replies:

"Well, yes, actually. That's what's getting me! You see, about 17 or 18 tears ago I once got so drunk, I had sex with a parrot....and I was just wondering if you were my son."


Xango

1,000 years of Folk Medicine...
...in a bottle


Andrew Goulding


Gwynneville


Australia

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