To: Cincinatus' Wife
Rick Burnley, a New Mexico poet with bare feet and long, salt-and-pepper hair, played a Jethro Tull song on a soprano recorder while a small clutch of women sobbed and hugged Sheehan.
How precious. Damn, I hate hippies!
To: GodBlessRonaldReagan
This whole strange trip reminds me of the episode of King of the Hill when Hank embarrasingly and forelornly says to Bobby:
"No, Bobby...they're...er...hippies."
81 posted on
08/25/2005 4:43:20 AM PDT by
Warren_Piece
(Large buttocks are pleasing to me, nor am I able to lie concerning this matter)
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