I'm calling all my aging hippie friends, and chartering a plane.
We'll be there with bells on our toes.
And flowers in our hair.
Oops, no hair. Flowers in our lapels.
The Rudys, the the Mitts, and yes, even the Freds don't stand a chance against us.
O.K., knock it off, Designer. You've had enough fun for one day.
Don’t forget the Korans, the turbans and the crescent moon(bat) pendants.