Hippies piss me off. Their hair, their smell, their music, their ugly clothes, everything about them just pisses me off. What I don't understand about them is what makes them decide they want to be a disgusting, smelly, worthless waste of a human being to begin with.
What brought all of this on was this guy I saw today with the ugliest, nastiest, greasiest case of hippie-hair I've ever seen. You know, the "style" where they don't wash their hair for like eight years so it gets all nappy and then they put it in dreadlocks? That just might be the worst hairstyle in the known universe. Even mullets look better than hippie-hair. It isn't just that it's ugly. It's that you can almost see the fleas jumping up and down in their hair, just looking for someone else to jump to because they're tired of choking on the pot-hazed hippie air they get while living in the rat's nests so many hippies have on top of their head. How can you look in the mirror and not realize how disgusting it is?
We had this guy at my high school who used to live in my neighborhood when I was growing up. This asshole went so far as to even make his own hippie clothes. Which probably means he's a queer, too. But anyway, he made his own pants out of sewing random patches together to give the illusion of someone who was too God damn poor to go to the fucking mall and buy a pair of pants. He also had those fucking John Lennon wannabe sunglasses that make people look like stupid assholes who don't realize those went out of style twenty fucking years ago. And of course he had hippie-hair. God I hated that kid. I kicked his ass like eight times over the years. And if he was here now, I'd kick his ass again just for being such a God damn hippie. His girlfriend was a hippie too. Somebody needs to kick her ass, too. If you see either of them, do me a favor and plant your foot right between their butt cheeks and tell them Randy sent you.