KapitolPhoto
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So, living here in Burlington VT, I've made some observations about the general college student that comes to this area and become a "hippie" as soon as their parents drop them off. Saint Mike's is full of them and I'm willing to bet UVM has them too.
They're trustafarians, kids who all of a sudden try and live the granola lifestyle because its an image rather than an ideal while at the same time, living on, or planning to live off of their parents trust fund.
And I think 4/20 is a day that epitomizes this epidemic.
So this is my address to you, you pseudo hippy.
I'd like to congratuate all you pot smoking hippies for making the world a better place one bong hit at a time. Oh wait, you haven't as you've been too stoned to do anything else but have a love affair with Cool Ranch Doritoes and discuss such things as how cool the colors look on your Bob Marley tapestry hanging on your dorm room wall.
'Cause now that you're at college, you're able to experience the inner peace inside yourself with a little Mary Jane, complaining about Global Warming's effects on this years crop while ironically driving around in your Ranger Rover mommy and daddy bought you. But seriously, I'm sure when you get back to Greenwich, CT or some other suburbanite "Township" or "Borough", you'll tell all your yuppie turned collegiate stoner friends how well your Ultimate Frisbee team did and how good your local "bud" was rather than explaining how productive of a year you actually had. And trust me, your collection of ticket stubs from Phish wanna-be jambands that you saw at your local hippie coffee shop does not count as "productive."
So on this 20th of April, I say to you:
Hippies, go fuck yourselves with all your self-righteous hippie bullshit and hemp necklaces. You smell bad and I don't like you.
P.S. Those dreadlocks with those "hippy beads"you've been trying to grow look ridiculous, go get a hair cut.
They're trustafarians, kids who all of a sudden try and live the granola lifestyle because its an image rather than an ideal while at the same time, living on, or planning to live off of their parents trust fund.
And I think 4/20 is a day that epitomizes this epidemic.
So this is my address to you, you pseudo hippy.
I'd like to congratuate all you pot smoking hippies for making the world a better place one bong hit at a time. Oh wait, you haven't as you've been too stoned to do anything else but have a love affair with Cool Ranch Doritoes and discuss such things as how cool the colors look on your Bob Marley tapestry hanging on your dorm room wall.
'Cause now that you're at college, you're able to experience the inner peace inside yourself with a little Mary Jane, complaining about Global Warming's effects on this years crop while ironically driving around in your Ranger Rover mommy and daddy bought you. But seriously, I'm sure when you get back to Greenwich, CT or some other suburbanite "Township" or "Borough", you'll tell all your yuppie turned collegiate stoner friends how well your Ultimate Frisbee team did and how good your local "bud" was rather than explaining how productive of a year you actually had. And trust me, your collection of ticket stubs from Phish wanna-be jambands that you saw at your local hippie coffee shop does not count as "productive."
So on this 20th of April, I say to you:
Hippies, go fuck yourselves with all your self-righteous hippie bullshit and hemp necklaces. You smell bad and I don't like you.
P.S. Those dreadlocks with those "hippy beads"you've been trying to grow look ridiculous, go get a hair cut.