Sock Hippeh at six o'clock!
click click
BANG!
Bad enough we gots reg'lar hippehs poppin' up without fake sock hippehs doin' a pole dance cross the lawn!
Click click
BANG!
Take that yew hippeh!
You git 'em Mammeh!
'N GIT OFF MEH PROPERTEH, YEH DANG HIPPEHS!!!
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*ting ting*
Problem with shootin' socks is yeh git burnt wool all over the yard.
Durn hippehs.
Yew tellum Mammy. Dang hippehs.
Dadgum hippehs. Cain't even keep thare sox up lahk reg'ler folk.
Ah tell you whut, lich-man.
Ah lahk uh good pair o'socks whut stay up n'ain't got no holes inem.
Ah reckon yer onta sumthin', AZ. If'n Ah had some flesh on meh legs fer socks ta cling ta, Ah maht beh wearin' summa dem raht now.
Whar'd that thar grue go?
Whistle
Shee-shee Grue! Here boy!
Waves burnt sock in air
Mebbe them dang hippehs got im.....
Naah! Ol'Grue'd uh torn them hippehs up sumthin fierce.
Whut'r yuh, sum kinda hippeh docter?
GIT OFF MEH PROPERTEH, YEH DANG HIPPEH!
Celestial Healer wrote: GIT OFF MEH PROPERTEH, YEH DANG HIPPEH! I'm not a hippy.
*points to blue police box*
See that, that's mine.
The Tenth Doctor wrote: Celestial Healer wrote: GIT OFF MEH PROPERTEH, YEH DANG HIPPEH! I'm not a hippy.
*points to blue police box*
See that, that's mine. {opens door, steps out of blue box, still re-adjusting overalls} Thass mahta roomeh for ahn outhouse. Ah reckin ya'll wanna wait a few minuts fore da ahir ta cleer fore going back in dere.
Dr. Jan Jansen III, Turnip King wrote: The Tenth Doctor wrote: Celestial Healer wrote: GIT OFF MEH PROPERTEH, YEH DANG HIPPEH! I'm not a hippy.
*points to blue police box*
See that, that's mine. {opens door, steps out of blue box, still re-adjusting overalls} Thass mahta roomeh for ahn outhouse. Ah reckin ya'll wanna wait a few minuts fore da ahir ta cleer fore going back in dere. Oy!
*goes to clean his tardis*
Sheeeeit! You one u them fairy Frenchmen or sumthin?
Kruelaid wrote: Sheeeeit! You one u them fairy Frenchmen or sumthin? No, I'm a Time Lord.
We gots no time for lords, Frenchmen or hippehs round heah ..
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Naow why don't yew pack up that thar mobile outhouse and get on back to Woodstock?
Dadgum hippeh time lords.
Goddang hippehs. Ah bet they's Colts fans.
In-di-anna's lahk theh hippeh homeland.
Yeh got that raht, zombeh.
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