So I was like at the mall the other day and this big hippie with a big beard and nasty-ass dreads come strolling by with his knocked-up little chippie chick and they both smelled like smelly hippies. (If you've never had the chance to smell a smelly hippie, it is a mysterious melange of reefer, incense, bongwater, and Doritos. )
I wish it was like the good old days when the hippies knew their place and they didn't go around freakin out the squares with their unkempt hair, baggy corduroy pants, and bloodshot eyes. Get back to your smoke filled opium dens, smelly hippies, we don't want your kind fouling our beautiful country!