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Naw come on not all hippees is idjits. Just so darn many of them that its hard ta tell da difference. Not all idjits is hippees eidder. Why my 5th cousin twice removed BillyJimBobFrank was a few colors shy of a box of crayons and he werent no hippee....jus dumb. Squirrels had more sense in BillyJimBobFrank witout even tryin.
Looks out at the assembled rednecks from a hole in the barn
raykin.
{sneaks in, eats mistletoe, poinsettias, and a string of lights off the decorated barn}
Wassup, my fellow hippies?
{crawls out from under front porch, nibbles on commie Anklebiter's toes}
Hey, I hear this is the thread that loves hippies!
Let's break out the I Ching and then we can read through the Little Red Book of Grandfather Pei!
Grandfather Pei say:
First there is a mountain, then there is no mountain, then there is.
Laws sakes that's one wrinkly old hippeh!
*click click*
BLAM!
With impending buckshot soon to reign across the family estate, a certain pigeon flies south to Florida until the moonshine-induced inebriation subsides.
ayup.
Did I gettim?
rekkin.
I've got a question for y'all.
Do these guys look like hippehs to you?
Mah Utub ain't workin. But it sez 3 stooges, and they aint hippehs.
One uvvem's even bald.
rakin so
rakin
raykin
Uh drank ever naht. wut's th diffurnts?
rakkin.
ayup...
nuh uh. Thay git girls fer sum reasin.
They aint a-gonna git me!
uh uh.
I gots mah leg iron fer any what wanna try
*click click*
shewdum any way.
Reckin them thar hippehs is a-running around smokin that thar mary-jew-wannna tonight. Mah cuzin Bubbahotep usedta smoke that thar stuff, then he'd listen to Azatoth songs on the Victrola. Crazy ol coot.
He smokt thet datura tew. I sawlim rip a coop fulla chickens aport withis teeth own thet locoweed.
ayup. Ahm sober.
ayyyyyup.
Lands on the barn's crooked weather vein and surveys all the damage, buckshot and all.
bird, yore a courtin clammity.