…I think I’ll get me a pair of those wire-framed shooting glasses, the kind with the yellow lenses that Hunter S. Thompson made famous in the early 70s. And a poncho. I think I’ll get a poncho, too.
And while I’m at it, I think I’ll start using the phrase “that’s really freaky, man,” as often as possible. Which should be cool. And also really freaky, man.
So. All in all a productive Friday night. Thanks for listening, blog.
Just don’t eat the brown acid.
Too late…I’m Spicolebowski. Furry creatures groovin’ in a cave with a pict….naked Indians, Jim, I see naked Indians and Crispin Glover. Borneo. Game. Hens.
Take it easy on the patchouli, too.
Be cool, man. Gordon Liddy ain’t dead yet.
I suppose I’m showing my age, but if I were going to do something like that I would be saying “that’s really heavy, man,” and wearing sunglasses with very dark lenses just large enough to cover my eyes.
Bluejeans converted to bellbottoms via the insertian of godets would be a bit of an affectation.
Oooh, Umma Gumma reference. Very nice.