Jokes My Father Never Taught Me [antikvár]

INTRODUCTION Once upon a time, in a Faraway Land, two hippies were sitting around talking about the rain. "Don't say 'hippies,' Rain. It was 1967, and we were Flower Children, not hippies." "What's the difference?" "Hippies were dirty. Flower Children were clean and beautiful." "That's a stretch." "Just go with it." "Okay I'll try." Once upon a time, in a Faraway Land, two Flower Children were sitting around talking about the rain. They lived in a Magic Castle— "Actually, if you're going to insist on teUing the truth, it was a Spanish colonial on Plymouth Street, with brown wall-to-wall shag carpeting. And it's not even there anymore—they tore it down to make room for an office building." "Can we focus on the two Flower Children for the time being?"