Rocky Rococo?
Checked into his room, only to find Gideons’ Bible
Gideon checked out, and he let it no doubt
To help with good Rockie’s revival!
Lissener…
Why such disdain; Why do you hate me?..
I Bathe regularly…
I have a good middle management job, pay taxes, pay my bills and only break a few draconian laws…
I support my two kids (by same Mom btw, though we are divorced now), volunteer in my community, and have a system of personal spirituality.
My hair is cut and clean, my dress is typically mainstream (unless I’m free to dress otherwise) and I am genuine and KIND to all I meet in my daily routine…
Sure I like pachoulie, but use it moderately, yes I like sage smudges and SweetGrass
I would never hurt a being that wasn’t trying to harm me or my family…war makes me sad.
Give all that I still enjoy JamBand concerts, “gatherings” and occasionally altering my state of mind…and to live naked and free in the woods sounds inviting to me…
so, again…why do you hate me???
peace, love and kind regards,
tsfr…hippie
edit for spelling :smack:
That’s what they all say. Trust me dude, there are better things to use. Like nothing.
Awww Rick…don’t be a buzz kill
tsfr
I prefer this gimlet. Though the eyes might look a bit funny after a few of these, not at all the proper effect for the OP’s purpose.
Nothing covers up the smell of pot smoke quite like Patchouli. Unfortunately, very few people who wear patchouli don’t smoke pot, so it kind of moots the effectiveness.
I always kind of thought patchouli smells a bit like pot. If they are a dirty hippy they smell like skunk weed, if they are a clean hippy they smell like the dankness grown in the Humboldt dirt. ;p
That’s not all they had- they had two weapons far more powerful than a handheld nuclear device:
1- Casper Van Dien’s bare butt
and
2- Psychic Doogie Howser
And now we know just how much power Psychic Doogie can get from looking at Casper’s bare bottom.
Though bald Rue McLanahan takes away a part of it.
OK. I invite you to Minnesota. Can you say “death by exsanguination?”
Ex-hippy type here. Still love hippy music. But hippies: fuckin’ hippies.
Incident 1: it was Christmas Eve and I went to my brother’s house. I was in a festive mood, so had bought a turkey sandwich with cranberry dressing and stuffing. I ate it in the living room. Roomie #1, a fucking dirty smelly hippy asshole: “Man, it’s like… sort of disrespectful to bring meat into a like, vegetarian household.” My response: “Sorry,” and finished my sandwich. My inner response: “Fuck off you stupid fucker; go and have a wash.” Nobody told me beforehand, and in fact he was the only one who was offended. And my brother, who paid rent too, didn’t give a fuck.
Incident 2: “Fucking marketing arseholes,” says roomie #2, "they’re the worst thing in this society. “Hah,” I say with a grin, “I work in marketing.” Roomie #2 proceeds to throws a fucking huge telephone directory at my head. Peace and love you stupid wizard hat wearing fucker. This bozo walked around wearin a cape and a hat like something out of Harry Potter, and had dolled his bicycle up with cardboard to look like a fish. He was an anarchist who advocated that nobody ever did any work. Don’t know how he expected his welfare to be paid with nobody working, though.
Incident 3: Both the above, sitting in the pub drinking beer I had bought for them because they had no money because they were both on welfare. They were talking about “artificial vitamins” being bad for you. I asked how an ascorbic acid molecule could differ based on what produced it? “It’s just not right, man”. “Ascorbic acid is ascorbic acid, doesn’t matter where it came from,” I reply. After much shouting it transpired that ascorbic acid produced in a lab “doesn’t have a soul”. I took much delight in saying that plants were just little chemical factories.
I am so glad my brother moved out.
Well, to be fair, ascorbic acid is chiral. Do the enantiomer and diastereomers of the natural ascorbic acid have any effect, either good or bad?
Of course, if you do an enantiospecific synthesis the subject never comes up and of course you’re right overall.
Absolutely, that was precisely my point!
:o
Sigh.
I am dating an old hippie (50). She washes, she eats meat, she’s employed. But she sparks one up as soon as she leaves the parking lot at work and spends most of her weekends getting high. Clocks don’t exist when she gets high and she is consistently 45 minutes to two hours late. “Time is organic, whistlepig.” So is my hunger and I don’t like eating supper at 10 p.m.
The biggest difference is between our friends: Hers are pot heads, mine are beer drinkers. The pot heads talk about doing stuff but rarely do anything. We beer drinkers do shit. On schedule. With her friends I usually bring a couple of newspapers (freaks them out that I subscribe to the Wall Street Journal) so I can sit around and educate myself while they smoke pot and don’t do anything. Here is what our weekends with friends are like:
HIPPIES:
8: 00 Wake-up
8-10 Smoke pot, drink coffee, talk about where to go for breakfast, smoke pot.
10-11 Take 30 minutes to leave house, go out to breakfast or stay in and have plain scrambled eggs with old bagels, because no one thought to buy food for multiple people.
11-1 Smoke pot, talk about doing something, smoke pot.
1-2 Spend hour getting everyone in the car.
2-4 Do something, smoke pot
4-5 Spend hour getting everyone in car. Smoke pot.
5-8 Smoke pot. Talk about supper. Smoke pot.
8-9 Send someone to the grocery store for food. Smoke pot.
9-10 Cook, eat plain supper because grocery person was stoned and forgot to buy 1/2 the ingredients, smoke pot.
10-11 Smoke pot. Call it a night.
BEER DRINKERS
6:00 - 7 Get up, shower, do email, read several online newspapers.
7-8 Someone loads the car for the day’s activities, someone else cooks a breakfast with two kinds of meat, pancakes and eggs or omlettes to order.
8- 8:15 Get everyone in the car
9-4 Go do something. Everyone brings homemade food for lunch on the sailboat, raft, hiking or fishing trip. (We have an ongoing Iron Chef competition among my friends.) Drink some beers.
4-5 Stop off on the way home for a cocktail.
5-6 Hang out, drink beer.
6-8 Everyone pitches in to make a great five-course supper with previously bought local ingredients.
8-12 Drink beer and cocktails while sitting on the deck, beach or campsite. Everyone brought extra chairs, firewood, snacks and appropriate clothing. Plan the next days activities.
The girlfriend always say, 'Geez, when your friends get together you DO stuff. You guys eat better, things are planned, we have all the gear we need, we laugh a lot and nobody whines or talks politics."
Man, I hate hippies.
There’s at least one you don’t hate, right? Right?
I’ve been using Dr. Bronner’s since I was turned onto it in 1973. I love that stuff.
Some of my best friends were hippies at that time; I’ve lost touch with them since then. I agreed with some of their tenets, but was bemused by all of the inconsistencies. I didn’t see how some could think that it was okay to take from society and not give back; an attitude that seems to have stayed with those who have flipped over to the conservative camp since then.
I always hated the smell of patchouli.
whistlepig, I hope you’re getting some hot hippie lovin’ out of that, otherwise I don’t see the point.
Oh, sweet, sweet irony.
Irony indeed.
You betcha.
Didn’t you see the big picture? Taking from society and not giving anything back was their way of sticking it to the man! Plus, if enough people did it, they would all become such a burden that the whole system would collapse. Then, everyone would just “groove in the rubble” and try to create a new order that would be organic and oppression-free.
Or maybe they were just too stoned to realize many of their tenets contradicted one another.