Let's all speak in a stereotypically hippy way

whenever i read posts here the voice in my head saying the lines sounds like tommy chong.

 

Cool, real cool...way up man!

 

duuude, i was chompin on some gnarly chicken man...and i was looking at my pet chickens. duuude. i was thinking like, no man i was like talking to these chickens with my mind man, i was like hey cock. and then i was embarrassed man, because i try to be polite and stuff around the ladies, and my pets are two hens, man. so i tried to tell my two groovy birds by their names but instead i kept thinking of them as hen number one and hen number two. and yo the far out thing man was no matter how much i tried to call them by cool lady like names. i couldnt help it man. the word cock was in my head from the first time i said it. dude its like when someone tells you not to think of something and you cant help thinking about it. its like...its like...because they put that shit in your head man. hey bogart puff puff pass man your holding that thing way to long...no i can stop for a second man....phhhh. here you go honey, woahhha ummm. yeaaaaaaaaaaaa ...so what was i sayin? uhhh. oh yeah man the chickens, so i am eating chicken and telling them with my mind that im like um im like telling them that im eating their cousins. but dude they were like perfectly fine with it. man, they acted like i wasnt even there dude. they just walked around pecking on the ground and doing some moonwalk thing. it was pretty wild dude. then i was thinking if these hens care that little about their cousin that im eating, maybe they want some too. so i take a piece of this drumstick that i was eating and put it in front of them man. and when chicken number one ate it...dude you wont believe it, he said back to me in my mind conversation with him...he said hey pen, this uncle frank is pretty groovy. thanks and shit. true story bro.

 

I wanna rep ya man, thats soo cool, but a note pops up, no shit! Tells me i gorra spread it around...
Some cool shit in that puff puff man, or your birds are way coole than mine!
Haaahaaahaaa brilliant pen! Someone give him rep!

 

So I remember the first time I ever huffed gas man. I was like 15 or somethin' and me and a bunch of cats decided to get together and try it. Thought it'd be groovy man. Well I went and huffed the sh*t outta that stuff and then I moved on over to my bed and passed out. Then everything went far out man, then everything went far freakin' out. I woke up in an almost pitch black room, I was sittin' in a chair and the only light in the place was this glaring spotlight that was shining down on me. I tried to get up off the chair and realized that my hands were tied down and I couldn't get off of it man. So I'm freakin' out a lil, starin' into the darkness and all of a sudden I see these two huge beach ball sized eyes open and start starin' back at me, it was way far out man. I call out to the eyes, not sure what they are or if they're even there and no reply. The eyes just keep starin' for what seems like ages man. Finally I hear a voice in the dark, sounds like it's comin' from the eyes man. "Rasheba." it says, and I'm like "What?!" and then it comes back a little louder. "Rasheba!" Now at this point I'm really startin' to freak man, just goin' crazy and so I shout back "What the hell are you man?!" The voice comes again, "Rasheba! Rasheba say boo!" and then the eyes step forward into the light. You'll never believe what I see man. It's this trippy ass lookin' lady bug. Like ten feet tall and all psychedelic lookin'. It comes up to me gets down in my face and yells "Rasheba say boo! Say Rasheba now!" I try to kick the chair back but it's bolted to the floor and then the ladybug gets mad, or at least I think it does cause it looks mad for a ladybug, ya know what I mean man? It pulls out a whip from behind it's back and snaps it against the leg of the chair. "Rasheba say boo, now!" When I don't say it it starts whipping me, over and over again, all the while screaming out "Rasheba! Rasheba say boo now!"
It just keeps going, it won't stop and then all of a sudden I wake up. Had to be the most trippy far out dream I ever had man.

 

Tough Shit Garp.

 

haha how did I know you'd be amazing at this xD

Groovy post from you too, pensfan13!

 

Hey there, Guys and Dolls - and even 'the man',
Let's all Love together, Dig the scene - if you can,
Make everything Groovy, Keep everything Cool,
Though prepare for to stand, against any bad rule,

Back long ago - with the youth of the day,
I was not alone, when - "Far out" I did say,
Let's Ban the Bomb, Make Love and not War,
The Pigs were aggressive - we all knew the score,

Pass 'round the Pot - Kathmandu we were bound,
The mantra of chants - a FAB and New Sound,
Pick fresh the flowers, in the hair for to wear,
"Make a V sign, like you just don't care",

Protest and protect - it's a credo of choice
Shout very loudly, and please hear my voice,
Keep the faith of conviction, and go for the Gold,
For the spirit of 60s - will never grow old.

 

In England I'd expect one to say;-
"Yeaahhh, naf city man. Minute bro, pater and mamahhh on bone".

Translation:-
"What a load of shite. Wait a minute, mother and father are on the phone and sending my money for Val D'Isere next week. By the way, I'm so cool, I'm like one of those streetwise poker playing cockney people, except I don't have to sell fish for a living"

 

Farmout Man, I can dig it. Lets get a good buzz on and get to feeling groovy man...

 

Ok, really arseholish hippy joke, so forgive me....

Whats the difference between a hippy chic and a shortstop in an elevator?

If the shortstop goes down on the elevator he cant catch anything

 

i wasn't aware there was one. and i lived it.

i guess you mean like all the far out, and all that, farm out, out of state, and i forget the other one.

cool predated hip, but all colloquil conjunctives tend to get thrown into the pot so to speak.

 

Cowabanga Man, I'm Feeling love in the air.

 

right arm man, lets chill out with some cool vibes and let it all hang out....;-)

 

i dig your funky vibes

 

What's the vibe like on the main drag Dudes?

 

Ah beep, beep
Walkin’ down the street
Ten time a week
Listen to my beat
Ungowa, ungowa,
This is black power
White boy destroy

I said it, I meant it, I’ll really represent it
I’m a cool, cool nigga,
From a cool, cool town
It takes a cool, cool whitey to knock me down
Don’t you pick my apples
Don’t you shake my tree
I’m a New York ****** don’t you mess with me

I’m sweet, I’m kind
I’m soul brother number 9
Sock it to me one more time
Uh, Good God

Angry Black Hippy (circa 1968)



Hotwater

 

I want to be stereotyped, I want to be classified

 

I'm hip to your jive

 

Cool man...