Does anyone speak 'hippie babble' anymore

I was in a parking lot once but it wasnt near a swamp. My mom was looking for her van but it wasnt there because we came in a truck I guess mom forgot like she forgets alot of things. Once i forgot I had a mom but how are you sposed to remember that when you cant remember how to talk. Words are the essence of life right. 7 times 6 is 42 and 42 is the answer to life the universe and everything but is 7 times 6 the question. I don't think it is , maybe its 6 times 7. There was much speculation about this in a book. I like books especially old dusty ones. There is this book store in the old part of Jefferson city full of books and odds and ends and lots of dust. It smells great in there but I think that part of the city is ready to fall down but I hope it doesnt except for the part with the mean little bald guy.................... how did I do?

 

This is really a cute thread. We would take this one step further and make a game out of it, called "gotchya" where you'd go off on hippy babble and if you could get somebody to go off on the trip with you, after a couple minutes of crazy ranting back and forth you'd say gotchya.
Then conversation would go on as normal until someone else could get one or a whole group going off on a tangent with them.
Gotchya!

 

gotcha was a game right? on family night? yahtzee? i could never get tose things, or they couldn't get me. but that beer to me today after work? i never realized how good fresh-baked almonds smell. allman brothers rock or southern rock. roll another one, i'm tooo busy babbling.

 

my cousin always cheated at yatzhcay mic potzy? so if you were in good ole alabma and got a divorce would ya'll still be brother and sister or just couisn? Cuz this one time when i was in arkanasa i saw a neeke blakc lady and i thought that the dog on the moon was reall!!!!!!!!!!

 

never heard of a dog on the moon, man on the moon maybe. or is that man in the moon? either way def. not dog. i would like to go to the moon, and jump around in the low gravity. but i couldnt do it high, i'd just be too lazy and kinda float around. high...hi.....hellooooo!.....la la la...

 

space. They put a flag there didnt they, like on the moon, but how did they stick because the moon has no gravity. Gravity is bad it made me fall down once and I ripped open my pants and my knee too. My knee grows hair . I have legs, 2 of them. I also have two brothers. Well technically one and a half, btw I don't care whose dad is whose. Who is your daddy.

 

Darth Vader is my daddy. I wish. Vader was cool, until he went all good-guy-ish and killed the prune man. I don't like prunes. They taste nasty and give you the runs. I like rasins though. Oatmeal rasin cookies. . . yummmie. . .


Of course, no cookie beats the immortal and ever-wise Chocolate chip. It's like duct tape for the soul. Duct tape is your friend. I duct taped tin foil all over my windows to keep the big yellow hurty thing out. *HIIISSSS* Sunlight bad.

 

Back in good ol' 05 someone told me if I looked at the sun while Venus was near it, I would go blind. Well for 5 damn hours I was holding my razor up in the sun and all I got was a bad sunburn. When people get sunburnt why do people say they are beetroot red? I would say it is more of a lobster. I met a lobster once. Nice enough guy, but he was always in a crabby mood.

 

hippie babble by definition in undefinable, rewind the thread and you might catch the jist (in other words, go to the first page of the thread)

sunburns suck, they make you feel like a french fry, all sizzley and crunchy on the surface; potato chips are crunchy but not sizzley but they are salty like french fries but you don't want to put salt on fried skin...OUCH!

 

man-dog

 

or dogman! Wouldn't that be a kickass super hero. In the league with burnt face man. He is so not gay. I work with a gay guy who wants to be a woman. He got yelled at yesterday for being a bitch. And I mean that in the behavioral sense, not the gender sense. Haha.....behavioral science has midterm exams tomorrow in the afternoon and I dont. But I still have to wake up at 6 AM tomorrow.

 

I love getting up early. But lately I have been waking up at about 11:00 and realising I've wasted the morning. Or I have got wasted in the morning. Wasted. Wasted. That's a weird word. But then again so is "Wierd"...Hel-lo? Ever heard of I before E except after C?

 

i've heard hippie babble...as a matter of fact i fell in love with it but that was long ago...most tales were true, i think. the truth was streatched, but thats the essence of hippie babble!! theres no true definition. just the ramblings of a hippie. stories of their life events and situations, and past loves. ah, but the name of an ex lover is never to be spoken...

 

Too true, the name of an ex lover should not be spoken, only poken, lest it befoul our beautiful language of babble (which is totally "smokin").

 

My friend and I use hippy babble all the time online. Its fun.

 

You know what else is FUN? Fun runs. Except when you trip over. While your at the front. And everyone tramples you. Horses can trample people. Shoes can trample ants. Ya know what I'm saying? Cos I sure as hell don't. It's like when you get a cocktail maker and you shake it. When the lids off, not on cos that's just crazy.

 

you just got to huff a shit load of nitrous, fill your mouth up with vicks so you start to drool and slur your words and run around in circles screaming grateful dead lyrics and babbling about the joys of vegetable juice you'll be right there, man fuck speak like you wanna speak, your either articulate or not and trying to learn hippy babble or whatever is pretty damn pointless, have comfidence in your own ability to babble go ahead make everyone think your crazy hahaha im on a heady rutebega space ship on my way to the great beyond ride the walrus if you want to come, shit sorry drugs and sleep deprevation is an evil concoction

 

no offense ya crazy nonsensical bastards p.s. i aint down with that gay shit but crack is good...wheres my vials

 

The point of hippie babble is about fun, and all things have a point. If things do not have a point, they are doomed to roam the pointless forest. Drugs are pointless, they throw you into the deepest bowels of the pointless forest; but not all things that are viewed as drugs are drugs and articulation is only the point of education which may not actually be education at all because true education comes from experience and experience can only be understood if the mind is open.

 

yo my apoligies usually im not that stupid i was just pretty spun and drunk have as much fun as you want saying what you want, it is not my place to tell anyone to do anything that doesnt hurt someone else, long strane nights equate long strange messages pz