<<So a 'loafer, a splitty owner and a vana-goner walk into a bar. The 
'loafer sidles up to the bar and says...>>

...and says..."hey man, like, give me a drink." 

The splitty owner swaggers up the bar and says "Peace and love, dude, but 
no alcohol.  It's bad for the karma."

The Vanagoner staggers quickly up to the bar and says, breathlessly, 
"Keep the drinks, just give me a couple of gallons for the radiator!"

Oh well...