evenstar3 said:

Hippies usually don't wear clothes. show us some skin!

ItsOnlyMe said:

of course we don't! i wander around half the time with just a floor length skirt & flowers in my hair.

evenstar3 said:

I gotta see this
Either that, or photoshop my own vision of you in a skirt and flower in your hair. or, without a skirt and flowers in your hair

evenstar3 said:

come lets sit in a circle hold hands and sing bob dylan's answer in the wind....

ItsOnlyMe said:

u really need a girlfriend. dont u?

eraclito said:

glad u have time to post

ItsOnlyMe said:

but i mix 70's feminism with my 60's free love!

evenstar3 said:

Free love is what I love to hear.

eraclito said:

not into dylan. how about 'march of the pigs' instead??

evenstar3 said:

not very hippy, but we can hum off key that will give it that organic sound

ItsOnlyMe said:

eraclito said:

sadly i only hold hands and sing NIN with people i like.

eraclito said:

It's not that type of hose and you're probably not my type, but more importantly would it be sex?

HereToRockYourWorld said:

Especially not this close to the P&R forum.

jtfolden said:

i like that

evenstar3 said:

dont be sad, i think hippies are idealistic pot smoking middle class skivers

eraclito said:

goodness, you're just SO full of those nifty negative opinions today!

eraclito said:

What's a 'skiver'? Is that like a chav or a slacker?

jtfolden said:

i think it's a slacker...dunno for sure...damn english and their slang!

evenstar3 said:

if u like

jtfolden said:

skiver is very similar to slacker yes...

Poor cats..

furygirl said:

Are you for real? They barged in and attacked people!

its a Cat-tastrophe

Teacher said:

Yeah but ok i love animals...

AnotherLoverToo said:

Thats was my cat too!
He would be all purry purry and you'd scratch his ear then he'd flip over on his back and grab you for arm with his claws.
He also enjoyed hiding behind the sofa and when you'd walk by jump out and latch on to your leg!
If he wanted out side he'd come and slap what ever you were reading out of your hands. Then when you opened the door he'd take off clean across the yard and run up a tree, and then straight back down and across the yard again and up and down another tree. He'd do this about five or six times and then just lay in the yard and flick his tail. He was a giant, not fat, but one big ass muscular cat. He was great. The dog was scared of him too!