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Two hippies find out they have similar beliefs. This surprises them.
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| Wow. I don't like war either! What a coincidence. It must be synchronicity or karma or something. | |
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The hippies get a warm feeling inside because it is nice to be with your own kind.
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| I notice we kind of smell similar, too. Kind of a cross between patchouli, perspiration, and stale pot smoke. Bieng a hippie rocks, don't it? | |
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| Yes, it certainly does. It is convenient since hippies 40 years ago did all our thinking for us. But, the best part is never lying and always being right. | |
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The hippies decide getting laid is more important than freeing people and defending American interests abroad.
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| I never thought of that, but you are right... of course! I never lie, and I am always right. Just like you. | |
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| Totally! Not only that, as long as we do not change our minds, hippie chicks will sleep with us. Peace, man. | |
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