You know you're an aging hippie when...

when you remember using tin cans and a string to talk from your treehouse down to the ground and when your real house phone was a dialer which clicked as it rotated.

 

my cell phone doesn't take pictures.. i am so far behind.. oh it doesn't work too lol and if it did work i wouldn't get any reception here where i live anyway roflmao :nopity:

 

My phones have wires...

 

and when my phone rings, i have to be especially carefull, i answer to......2 longs and a short. anyone recall those days?



"A nation of sheep, breeds a government of wolves"

 

Had One Of Those, It Was Called A "Party Line", They Should Have Called It

A "Total Lack Of Privacy" Line....



Cheers Glen.

 

today the world would shit, but i listened in on many gossip conversations in those party line days. lol

 

Shame On You, I Would Never Sink So Low...:Angel_anim:



Cheers Glen.

 

Hahahaha! The tears are streaming again! The taking a photo of the cat's arse is fucking hilarious. Keep it up guys! I call in to this thread quite often and re-read the whole thing. I never tire of it!

 

You Know You're An Ageing Hippie, When, You Accidently

Spell A Fellow Members Name, With A "U", Instead Of An "E"....



Cheers Glen.

 

Seems a lot of these posts have to do with being old, but not necessarily with being an old hippie. Oh well.

You know you're an old hippie when you look at yourself in the mirror and think, "Damn, I look like a narc!"

 

Oh Glen!

 

[just for you,newo]


When you finally try on that pair of faded denim bootcut jeans you keep in the wardrobe pretending you're going to wear them ever again....but the bastards have DEFINITELY shrunk,so you huff,puff and fart your way into them, doing the zip up a zillionth of an inch at a time each time you suck it all in,only to find the bloody things refuse point-blank to do up,and your thighs are being strangled.


. . . .and then you need help to get the fuckin' things off. . . .





. . . . .but you never liked them anyway,so bollox to 'em.


[fuckin' hippies-you can't understand what you ever saw in all that shit anyway]

 

Hahaha! Brilliant!

 

How about, you try on a pair of your old bellbottom jeans, and the bellbottom is the only part that's not too tight on you?

 

happened just recently >
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*Took a metal detector to the beach instead of a surfboard

 

i wish i still had all my stuff from the 70s

 

when you can remember the 70s like they were yesterday-but you can't remember yesterday.

 

when your walking to the mail box, and on the way back you feel something rubbing your ankles, and you look down and its the cheeks of your ass..

you actually smoked "shade leaves'..... and liked them

when part of the "getting high ritual" required someone that had learned how to roll.

when you think back on the days when a frisbee had multiple uses.

when you were scared to show a cop your driver license, because they were bent in the middle, and were probably laying in that damn frisbee along with all the herb you owned

when you just couldnt wait to roll a hooter in that big ass paper you found in the album you just bought.

when you can remember the test for smoking pot was chewing a piece of gum and spitting it into a cops hand.

 

When you read that one of your favorite musicians from back in the day, Frank Zappa has died. Not of an overdose, suicide or drunk and driving off a cliff but of prostate cancer. Shit.

 

You tell young potheads how you used to use an album cover to separate the stems & seeds, and they say, "What's an album cover? And what are stems & seeds?"