I went to the grocery store on the way home from work today to pick up a peanut butter suet treat for the birds. (I want them to like me better than they like Mr. G, so I go out of my way to buy them little treats to keep their bellies full and warm.)
As I got out of the car, there was an aging hippie in the vehicle next to me. He had long grey hair, round wire glasses and a pony tail. The only thing Chong was missing was his bestest friend, Mari Juana.
As if being forty years behind the times in fashion and hair styles isn't sad enough, you'll never guess what he was BLASTING on his car radio: "Baby I'm a Want You" by Bread. And I mean "BLASTING" as in 'I would have felt the bass.......if there was any'.
People, there are some songs that SHOULD be blasted in the parking lot, songs like Flo Rida's "Right Round" or P Diddy's "Last Night". On the other hand, songs by Bread should not only be avoided at high decibels, they should be BANNED COMPLETELY from the airwaves.
I believe Cartman summed up my feelings best when he said, "I hate hippies! I mean, the way they always talk about "protectin' the earth" and then drive around in cars that get poor gas mileage and wear those stupid bracelets - I hate 'em! I wanna kick 'em in the nuts!"
And smash their car radios.