In the mid-sixties, there was a hippy named Benny in San Francisco. .Benny was really hip, but he just couldn’t grow a beard like the rest of the flower-child guys in Haight-Ashbury . One day Benny met up with a Gypsy Lady who liked him enough to grant him a wish, so, naturally, Benny wished for a beard.. The Gypsy Lady granted the wish but warned Benny it was an irreversible wish and to always keep the beard and never cut it off.. Well, the years went by, the flower children aged, the hippy movement died out, and Benny went on to a career as a successful financial adviser. .One day Benny, after losing a potential client, decided his beard was what put the prospect off and that it no longer fit his image. . Ignoring the Gypsy Lady`s warning, given all those years ago, he went into the executive washroom and shaved it off. .POOF Benny disintegrated into a pile of ashes, the janitor swept him up and deposited him in a jar. .Moral: A Benny shaved is a Benny urned.
Mastroianni and Hart