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How many Hippie dykes, does it take to replace a lightbulb?





Ten: One to change it and nine to pass it around.


:devil:


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How many lippies does it take to screw in a light bulb?

We don't, we screw in VW's


(Okay, very old joke, but then, I'm an old broad...)
 
It's impossible to screw-in a lightbulb, seein's how ya hafta twist-through an infinite number of halfway-points in a finite-time.
 
We don't need lightbulbs, we burn candles and kerosene lanterns in the cabin in the woods.
 
hi

femininity said:
How many Hippie dykes, does it take to replace a lightbulb?





Ten: One to change it and nine to pass it around.


:devil:


Discuss
I guess it depends on the time of the month.lol
 
SophiaY said:
How many lippies does it take to screw in a light bulb?

We don't, we screw in VW's


(Okay, very old joke, but then, I'm an old broad...)
ahaha...

right on :cool:
 
Not my era, yet...

My ex SO used to say (often) ...

The 1960s and '70s were a trip: bad as in good, heavy as in deep, cosmic as in far-out, high as in clean out of sight. It was a time to get down, get back, get with it, get it on, get it together, get naked, get real, and get stupid - if you get my drift...

Sigh... i was born too late ( insert hippie dyke emoticon here)


:rose:
 
Nirvanadragones said:
My ex SO used to say (often) ...

The 1960s and '70s were a trip: bad as in good, heavy as in deep, cosmic as in far-out, high as in clean out of sight. It was a time to get down, get back, get with it, get it on, get it together, get naked, get real, and get stupid - if you get my drift...

Sigh... i was born too late ( insert hippie dyke emoticon here)


:rose:

....yet you still get such a good groove on baby...
 
Nirvanadragones said:
Right on, Flower child. :rose: Let's all burn the bra... (insert peace sign here)


I am sure you could get away without a bra, but I need mine, otherwise I hurt myself doing up my belt.

I am, however, having a hard time picturing you with hairy legs.

Make love, not war baby.
 
playwithlezli said:
I am sure you could get away without a bra, but I need mine, otherwise I hurt myself doing up my belt.

I am, however, having a hard time picturing you with hairy legs.

Make love, not war baby.

What do we want? Peace! When do we want it? Now! Peace! Now!

(i'm running out of phrases... )
 
Nirvanadragones said:
My ex SO used to say (often) ...

The 1960s and '70s were a trip: bad as in good, heavy as in deep, cosmic as in far-out, high as in clean out of sight. It was a time to get down, get back, get with it, get it on, get it together, get naked, get real, and get stupid - if you get my drift...

Sigh... i was born too late ( insert hippie dyke emoticon here)


:rose:

I was there. Soooo naive. Those were the days, my friend.......
 
Nirvanadragones said:
What do we want? Peace! When do we want it? Now! Peace! Now!

(i'm running out of phrases... )


Psychedlic man...


You do know my nickname is "Hippy Chick" doncha?
 
rwattsIII said:
I was there. Soooo naive. Those were the days, my friend.......


But wasn't it nice to believe, and to act.

Far better than the shoulder shrugging pessimism I see so often today.
 
playwithlezli said:
Psychedlic man...


You do know my nickname is "Hippy Chick" doncha?

Only thing overtly hippie about me is my hair. It's impossible. :rolleyes:

Free love... getting high... make love not war... Let's bring it all back. I can live like that.
 
Nirvanadragones said:
Only thing overtly hippie about me is my hair. It's impossible. :rolleyes: .

I am such a throw-back that I not only recycle anything that doesn't move faster than me, I have a re-usable feminine hygiene system for my period, and the 10 years I spent doing diapers, my kids were in cloth.

And the only thing in greater abundance in my wardrobe than wool, is fleece, the "new" wool.

Now, if you will excuse me, I have to go feed the chickens and collect the eggs.


Nirvanadragones said:
Free love... getting high... make love not war... Let's bring it all back. I can live like that.

....no cell phones, no lap-tops, no brazilians...
 
playwithlezli said:
....no cell phones, no lap-tops, no brazilians...

Let's merge... My laptop's chained to my hip and my cellphone's stuck somewhere too...

Where's Fem when i need her?! First thing she said to me on Sat when we met was " You have wild and wicked hair..." :)
 
Nirvanadragones said:
Only thing overtly hippie about me is my hair. It's impossible. :rolleyes:

Free love... getting high... make love not war... Let's bring it all back. I can live like that.


Power to the people baby, (moving aside a certain someone's wild and wicked hair to nuzzle her neck good-bye, oooh, surprise, going braless does have its advantages!)
 
playwithlezli said:
But wasn't it nice to believe, and to act.

Far better than the shoulder shrugging pessimism I see so often today.

It was wonderful. And we were many.......
 
Make Love, not war,
Just pick up your guitar,

For once, reach for the stars
instead of your fast paced cars

Feel the wind in your hair
feel the love in her stare

Feel the tears in her eyes
like the rainbow over the skies

And when you gently touch her hand
and feel her gently melt like sand

You know you shine like a star
when you make love, not war
 
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