You Know You're a Hippie If...

love, peace, happiness, misanthropy and cruelty ahh....

 

Never thought of food fights as a hippie thing to do

 

You must be a hippy if,
...When you can't be with the one you love,
Love the one your with...

 

You may be a Hippy if you quote CSN&Y songs from heart!

Ducks and pigs and chickens call
Animal carpet wall to wall
American ladies 5 foot tall and you!

 

You may be a hippy if your formative years were spent reading Mad magazine, and the National Lampoon.

 

You may be a hippy if the word 'ludes' brings back fun memories.

 

You may be a hippy if you were ever a (fill in the blank)-head.

 

Skinhead?

 

Dead head

 

Hmmmmmm-----I didn't think about skinhead----I was living in Asia when that all came out. Deadhead, Ludehead, pothead... etc. etc... (not skinhead though...)

That reminds me of a story though (Awww grampa, not another story!). The closest person I ever knew to a skinhead---I would say a proto-skinhead, was this German kid. He was an exchange student living with some friends of the family back in the 70's. They couldn't relate to him, and he wanted to meet and learn about hippies, so they introduced him to me.

I shared my ideas, we had some interesting conversations, and I told him I would take him to an underground bookstore. Back then in Denver we had the R.I.P. Bookstore (Radical Information Project Bookstore Collective). He found it very interesting and looked all over the store. Afterwards I asked him what he thought and he said he was impressed, but also disappointed.

"Why are you disppointed?" I asked.

He answered, "I looked everywhere and I couldn't find a single copy of Mein Kampf!"

I laughed so hard, but I couldn't believe it either. I told him, "You don't have to go to an underground bookstore for Mein Kampf---they have that at Waldens, or any other bookstore.

On the way home we stopped at Waldens and he bought himself 4 copies of Mein Kampf! I couldn't believe it----as we talked about this I realized then that he was a neo-Nazi. He was going to smuggle these back home after his year in America----because they were illegal to own in Germany.

Inside I was a little ashamed of America too----I had to go to an underground bookstore to buy the writings of Kropotkin, a Russian humanistic anarchist, that believed that man would evolve into an anarchistic society based on mutual aid, yet I could go to any nearby bookstore to buy the wisdom of Adolph Hitler.

As for him, we got together several times over the year, got into some heated discussions and arguments, and I think I opened his mind to that hippy path. But----I am sure he went back to Germany, and returned to his Neo-Nazi idealism, and probably became a significant element in the whole skinhead thing.

 

You maybe a hippy if you know the word.

What's the word?

"A-well-a everybody's heard about the bird
B-b-b-bird, bird, bird, bird, b-bird's the word...


...papa-ooma-mow-mow...

 

What's the word?
Thunderbird!
what's the price?
40 twice!

Those were the days, when a bottle of Thunderbird was only 80 cents! ​

 

If you are a much younger person and understand evey word that older water brother just said...LOL...

 

You might be a hippie if you bring your date wildflowers and a hemp necklace you made for her, dance in the rain to "Dead Flowers", and seduce her with stories of your days in the Peace Corp.

Actually, that sounds like a really awesome date!

 

You might be a hippie if you can play "Up against the wall redneck mother" on the acoustic guitar beside the bonfire.

 

Careful, You may be a Hippy if that sounds like a really awesome date!

Okay, how did you find out about "Up against the wall redneck mother"? Has someone been talking again?

 

Ok------now I'm getting thirsty.

Which reminds me---those were the days when kids played a game like tag (if I remember right) but they could not tag you if right before they touched you, you could sing a jingle from a cigarette commercial (but it had to be different from the ones already sung by other kids about to be tagged).

---And what's with all this crap about about cigarette companies trying to shape young minds back then. That was baloney. Kids didn't want to smoke so they could be like the Marlboro Man. They just wanted to be like the Marlboro Man so they could smoke...

 

You may be either a beatnik or a hippy if the sound '(crunch)Pffffffft!!!'

Made your mouth water for a cold one 'cause it could only mean that a beer can was being opened by a can opener

 

you may be a hippy if...you play an old beat up guitar...and take it with you every where!

 

Or at least an old harp in a dirty red bandana!