I was too busy burning garbage in the rusty oil drum beside my house yesterday to enjoy all the earth day fun. You know how it is. Is it any surprise that all the green planet hippies got all amped up and chained themselves to trees just a few days later to celebrated the cloudiest holiday of the year, 4/20. What a week for the hippies. Only if Bob Marley could see us now. You know I'm only kidding. I love keeping it green compost piling, recycling, yogaing, getting my nooma on. That's great and everything. But can someone please tell please tell the hippies that it's mean to the planet when you don't take a bath. Yep, I said it. You are scared to bring it up, but many a small animal have retreated in fear from a smoked out, smelly person. That's not OF THE EARTH to smell like vomit. I've never know anyone to be all natural because the smelled like a 20 day old armpit minus the old spice cover up scent. I feel more comfortable in a kiddie pool filled with Tink's # 5 special deer scent, FOX URINE. I love my hippies for all their hemp and sweet clothing, but I don't need to be the one to tell you to hit those pits with a couple of swipes of right guard. Oh, and yes, my vegan wife is hugging a tree.
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