About 10 years ago I knew this hippie guy who lived around my neighborhood. I mean a true hippie. Never wore shoes, always in tie-dye, long dirty dreads and said "man" like every other word. Well him and his girlfriend always had their dog with them. True hippie fashion you would say. Their dog's name was Mushroom. Nice tame and well-behaved dog. So one spring they left to go to a Rainbow Gathering. They hitchhiked I believe all the way from STL down to Florida somewhere. Well when they came back they now had a little puppy. I asked them what happend to Mushroom?? They said here she is. She has been reincarnated. The new pup did look oddly familiar to the old Mushoom. They said Mushroom had became ill on their trip and died and the next day they found the "new" Mushroom. I just thought they were nuts and did way too much acid. Today I do believe them.
Who wants to lay out on a blanket and watch the stars tonight and point out the constellations to me tonight?
Who wants to lay out on a blanket and watch the stars tonight and point out the constellations to me tonight?
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padre:
Go with what you know, since you definitely have a room and disregard what I said. I'll see if Blanch just meant for me to find someone else to get a room with
padre:
Hell yeah, always look forward to seeing you again. Hopefully things do work out for us
