Yeah man, light that f!!~er up. We can have our own burning man festival. smokes more pot
DIE! YUH DANG HIPPEH!!!
Mrgh- {is hit by stray buckshot, dies again}
Durn hippeh's is harder to git out than them thar rats in the walls
Man you guys got some good s@!~ here first a frog and now a talking hamster.
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{shakes in fury} YOU! You tree-hugging hybrid-loving despot! Your kind set enragingly low speed limits, economy-stifling gas taxation, and nannystate safety regulations! You want to save spotted owls and stupid songbirds, yet you wish to forever silence the sweet sonorous rumble of the increasingly rare Detroit V8! You want hybrids and electrics everywhere, and the rest of us gas holdouts shoehorned into piddling little 2-cylinder runabouts! You want nothing less than the extinction of The Supercar!
You are dead to the feeling of wind rushing past your face, of high G handling pressing you into your seat bolsters, of the roar of 12 supercharged cylinders of 800+ horsepower thrumming through the car's frame and up your spine! DIE YOU JOY-HATING FASCIST! {savagely gnaws Hippeh's ankle}
*gets teh other ankle*
"Whoa you 2 little buggers wanna play fetch" *Throws one of his petrified birkenstocks*
I say it's a durn shame when a body's unhallowed home is set near to crawlin' with hippehs
Man it shore be nace and kwiut without all them dang hippehs uhround
Ayup
Spits Sum b&$#~es
I remember, in mah daze, thar wuz no hippehs...
*falls asleep*
I reckin
Ah hell, aw gahta bug in my beer. I blame that thar hippeh stench.
Durn hippeh skeeters
I teh yew wut that thar bug tasted pretty good with that beer.
I needs a hippeh for the stew. Anywun kin git me a fresh'un??
How bout I fill em fulla buckshot, that should slow that twitchy bastard down a bit.
Hi everybody! Wow, I bet we could gentrify the heck out of this place.
Whoa...Where'd ya get that pipe man.
Get that hippeh!
Wut she sed.
{startled by the sudden appearance of undead and graul-y folk} AHHHH! They're after my tender hipster flesh! {trips over fixed gear bicycle, falls awkwardly, dies}
Man...everytime i'm making headway with that chick, she like dies man cries over his fallen love
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Grabs two hippies, throws them in huge cauldron
Looks like meats back on the menu boys!
What? Yew boys don't luke mah hippeh stew? Not a word?