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Chapter 7 - The mysterious one
I have to tell you the jokes just because you will not laugh without a reason. They are unnecessary; if you start laughing without a reason, that will be more spontaneous and fresh.
Soon there will come a time that just a drumbeat, and everybody goes one hundred percent.
These jokes are only for beginners. The old sinners don't need them.
It is the weekend in Harlem, and we find Zabriski in an all-black disco called the Horny Honky, having a high time and partying like crazy.
A beautiful woman named Kootchee slithers up beside Zabriski and asks, "Hey, baby! Buy a lonely girl a drink?"
Zabriski smiles at this unbelievable luck and says, "Okay, sure, but to tell you the truth, I would really like to get screwed."
Kootchee is cool and she can dig it, so she takes our Polack by the hand and leads him across the smoke-filled, music-thumping dance floor to a door with a small slit in it marked,
"Private."
"Just wait here, white boy," says Kootchee, and she disappears behind the door.
Suddenly the slit opens and a woman's voice asks, "What would you like, Sugarpie?"
"Like?" repeats Zabriski. "Like I said, I wanna get screwed."
"Sho-thing, darling," replies the voice. "But as you can see, this is a private club. You have to slip one hundred bucks into this slot for a membership fee."
At this, the partying Polack shouts, "Right on! Get down! And get funky!" as he puts a hundred dollar bill in the slot.
Five minutes go by and nothing happens, so Zabriski knocks again. When the little slot opens, Zabriski shouts, "Hey! I wanna get screwed!"
"What?" comes the reply. "Again?"
Devageet and two friends are hailing a rickshaw when they see pretty young Ma Yoga Butter also trying to hail the same rickshaw.
Devageet, seeing the situation and being such a gentleman, offers, "Come on, Butter, you might as well sit on my lap. I'm too old to give you my seat, and don't worry, I'm too old for it to be dangerous for you to sit on my lap."
Yoga Butter smiles and accepts the invitation. But after jolting around Bund Garden Road in the rickshaw for a while with Butter bouncing all over his lap, Devageet smiles and says,
"I'm afraid I was wrong, Butter. You will have to get off. I'm not as old as I thought I was!"
A potato and a carrot are hitchhiking at the side of the road when a cyclist comes around the corner and runs down the potato.
The next day, the carrot goes to visit his friend in the hospital. The potato does not look too good.
"Tell me, doc," says the carrot, anxiously, "do you think my friend will be okay?"
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