South Skunky Technology

Dr. LaBeaver walks into the Dumbtown Inn sits down.  He starts dialing numbers... like
a telephone... on his hand and talking into his hand.  The bartender
walks over and tells him this is a very tough neighborhood  and he
doesn't need any trouble here.

Dr. LaBeaver says, "You don't understand.  I'm very hi-tech.  I had a phone
installed in my hand because I was tired of carrying the cellular."

The bartender says "Prove it."

Dr. LaBeaver dials up a number and hands his hand to the bartender.  The
bartender talks into the hand and carries on a conversation.  "That's
incredible", says the bartender... "I would never have believed it!"

"Yeah", said Dr. LaBeaver, "I can keep in touch with my broker, my wife, you
name it.  By the way, where is the men's room?" The bartender directs him to
the men's room.  LaBeaver goes in and 5, 10, 20 minutes go by and he doesn't return.

Fearing the worst given the neighborhood, the bartender goes into the
men's room.  There is LaBeaver spread-eagle on the wall.  His pants are
pulled down and he has a roll of toilet paper up his butt.

"Oh my god!" said the bartender.  "Did they rob you? Are you hurt?"

LaBeaver turns and says: "No, I'm ok.  I'm just waiting for a fax."