It's times like these...

[thehefner]

... in my lonely hours, that I wonder if my pet hippie is all right. Sigh.

I just hope I left him enough Chex Mix and pot to get him through those long winter nights.

Hopefully he'll be ok. If I come back to a dead hippie, I'll have him cremated, and we'll all smoke his ashes. He would have wanted it that way.

Besides, I couldn't flush him down the toilet. It's still stopped up from when I tried to flush my pet Hare Krishna. Maybe I should have waited for him to die first. Oh well, live and learn.

Happy New Year, my pet hippie. Wherever you are.

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Happy New Year

[hillaryflowers.livejournal.com]

Behave And Flush The Toilet After You Take a Shit because you just explained Shitty Situation LOL Why Did you make me read that story of your pet Hippie? WHY? Y?

Are you High? You better B!

Hippie,

I am

Sigh- High

Re: Happy New Year

[thehefner.livejournal.com]

It's an inside joke. My roommate is the saadest hippie in the whooooole world, and the joke is he's become my "pet hippie." There's more to it than that, but that's the nutshell.

And no, I'm not high, I'm just silly. I almost got high tonight, which is odd because I never, ever do that. But no, I'm me normal self. As normal as I can be.

And what about you? I didn't "make" you read anything. Are you high yourself? You sound a bit loopy. And I say that lovingly ;)

[surrealname.livejournal.com]

that was spectacular.

[thehefner.livejournal.com]

I knew you'd appreciate it. Or at the very least, *get* it.

[2sick2pray.livejournal.com]

LMAO...

Heffie, have I told you lately that I love you?

i have to sincerely thank you for toning down the captain buzzkill vibes last night. not that i remember much about last night, but i remember you were really chill.