I really hate hearing "cool beans", and yes, I still do hear it from time to time.
A favorite curse of my father's involves ranting about some evildoer, saying that someone should "break their legs and throw them down the stairs". He's from Philly--Fishtown, to be precise (it excites me when I hear it mentioned on the Best Show). I always picture them tumbling down the unforgiving concrete stairs (uppermost deck, usually) of Veteran"s Stadium.
My father's rants always make me smile, despite the cruelty--especially since they're generally reserved for people who really deserve it, people in the Cheney/animal abuser orbit.
Happy Father's Day!