Commie beatniks.

Wearin' berets and sunglasses indoors. All of 'em smokin' that evil reefer and playin' them bongo drums. Can't tell the boys from the girls, as if you'd want to, seein' as how ain't none of 'em take a bath anyway. Other day one of 'em asked me if I could spare some bread, so I gave him two slices and he looked at me like I was something that crawled out from under a rock, and it was whole wheat, too. Heard two of 'em talkin' about smokin' pot, and I told 'em to put some more water in it or take it off the stove if it was smokin' and they laughed at me.

Commies, every last one of 'em.