I was stationed at Hickam AFB, HI, from March 1969 through August 1972. We had a huge influx of hippies from CA, OR and WA, and these filthy people loitered, littered and camped on the north shore and wherever the living was easy. Our secretary, a Japanese-American, was furious one morning when she caught a brainless, dope-smoking hippie girl picking pomelo from a tree in her yard. She told the hippie girl, “Get the hell off my property, I planted that tree, it is mine and all of its fruit belongs to me!” The hippie girl replied, “No. God put that tree there for all of us, not just for you.” At that point my secretary grabbed a club and the hippie girl beat a hasty retreat.
I recommend steel baseball bats. I have one behind each exterior door, nicely tucked in umbrella stands.
“I was stationed at Hickam AFB, HI, from March 1969 through August 1972. We had a huge influx of hippies from CA, OR and WA, and these filthy people loitered, littered and camped on the north shore and wherever the living was easy. Our secretary, a Japanese-American, was furious one morning when she caught a brainless, dope-smoking hippie girl picking pomelo from a tree in her yard. She told the hippie girl, “Get the hell off my property, I planted that tree, it is mine and all of its fruit belongs to me!” The hippie girl replied, “No. God put that tree there for all of us, not just for you.” At that point my secretary grabbed a club and the hippie girl beat a hasty retreat.”
I’ll bet that hippie girl was named “Kagan.”