It’s tough to get mad at hippies. They have a lot of good ideas and points, unfortunately the rest of us realize those are never gonna catch on. And to be fair, if I were alive during that time of great music, better drugs and free sex I think I’d probably still be holding on to those days for dear life too. Anyway, peace & love hippie momma….is that an alien smoking a joint?
I don’t get this whole dress up like an animated character thing. Why are the boots furry? Is this the new gothic? Is it some gothic/nerdy hybrid? Why do you hate your parents? Where do you even buy fuzzy boots? How did I get so old so quickly that I’m out of touch with today’s youth? Why am I happy about it? I need answers people!
I like to imagine a very, very large cat hacking away annoyingly for like 25 minutes trying to clear it’s throat until it finally unearthed what you have on your head.
If there is one thing I love it’s some bare bellies bumping around in public. So in this battle of the sexes, which piece of eye candy do you find sweet enough to give you cavities?