Why are hippies such buttinskis? What makes them think I
want their unsolicited advice on how I lead my life? For example, today I was smoking a cigarette
standing well away from everyone. I was standing in the gutter between 2 parked
cars if you must know the exact location. I was Quietly smoking, minding my own
damned business when out of the blue a hippie decides to tell me how bad
smoking is for me and the planet. Yah, like I don’t know how to read or
anything. Butt out hippie. Did I come up
and tell you not to wear Birkenstocks because your toes are groady? I think not. I held my tongue and so should
you. By the way your aroma is irritating
too! Patchouli and Perspiration do not mix!
