joke of the day a la izi from brighton

heard on the samadhi grapevine: apparently hayek was playing poker with ayn rand and van mieses up in heaven (open & free, no barriers to entry from hell) so marx pops in for a hand and guess what, he's got a nano-printer in his coat pocket and comes up with 128 aces and cleans up the table - rumour has it, his chips are now worthless for apparently the price of everything has trebled in hell, but ludwig, friedrich & ayn have hit the jackpot because karl's aces have rocketed for collector's rarity value