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What is ya'lls definition of one, mine is one that usually don't bathe, one that is a greeny and peace loving all the time. there are other things. The reason is people label one by the way they look. i get called a hippy by people that don't know me and usually they get set straight by the ones who do know me.

I take a bath most every night, lol cannot stand for my hair to be greasy and dirty even though it is down to my butt crack. I am not a peace loving SOB, i think the world is going to hell and it will take violence from the people to get it back. the politicians ain't gonna do jack crap.

I drive a loud deleted diesel with a fueling box that i can make black smoke so thick you can't see, so not a greeny. i have guns. at least two of them. rode with bikers back in the 70's and i don't mean no flower power dudes. Did i mention i have at least two guns?

raced moto x when i was a teenager and dirt cars when i was in my 20's all sucked gas by the loads and supposedly polluted the air. was even sponsored by a liquor store for a couple years

Far as i know from the late 60's and 70', hippies did not like any of those things. now i will say i did enjoy the hippy chicks back then. you know, free love and all. 😁 and no i did not have a harem like someone here. besides my wife got rid of all my pics like that when we married. she did ask first, what was i gonna say. lol

So does long hair automatically make me a hippy.? If so then Far Out Man.
 
I'd much rather have a house load of "traditional" hippies living next door to me versus the fat, disgusting, blue haired, nose ring wearing, (did I mention fat?) alphabet mafia, cowpig that lives next door to me.

Gooooo Portland! Home of the man bun wearing, Subaru driving, gender confused fellows and their cowpig women!
 
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Am I driving okay man?

I think we're parked.

This is probably my favorite scene of all of their movies. When I was in high school, me and my buddies would do a ditch day once a year and rent (on VHS) all of the Cheech & Chong movies (minus the Corsican Brothers) along with Faces of Death, and I spit on your grave. We'd watch them back to back and grill hotdogs and burgers all day long. My older brother would get us a pony keg with the rules being none of us ratted on him nor did we leave my parent's house drunk. The penalty for violators was death. My older brother was a pretty vicious SOB so we believed him and observed his few, but very reasonable rules.

Damn I miss the good ol days......
 
Model 457 said:
I'd much rather have a house load of "traditional" hippies living next door to me versus the fat, disgusting, blue haired, nose ring wearing, (did I mention fat?) alphabet mafia, cowpig that lives next door to me.

Gooooo Portland! Home of the man bun wearing, Subaru driving, gender confused fellows and their cowpig women!
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Just the natural progression of generations from Hippie to Karen.
 
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