Free
love, cute girls, drugs, it's all good! But might you be a Credit
Card Kerouac?
Hey man,
So you've finally gotten out of your
suburbanite parents' home and you've got your futon on somebody's
floor. You're embracing the hippy lifestyle full-on. But being
a hippy is hard work! You can't just buy your way into the commune.
Here are some clues you may be a Psuedo-Hippy:
Fruitopia
bottles all over the place
You
burn Phish and Widespread Panic cd's
Your feet have tough leather patches from repeated exposure to hacky-sacks
Your
brand new Range Rover has a dancing bear sticker
You
have money in the bank 
Going
camping means heading to REI and stocking up on the latest Timberland
gear
You
have a black lab (purebred) with a bandana around it's neck
Extensive
collection of handblown glass pipes
Won't
touch "shwag", or have special bowl for it so as not to taint
the one you use for the KB.
4:20
never passes without comment
Brand
new Birkenstocks
You
only drink Newcastle or the latest Pale Ale, domestic beer is
"shwag."
You
went to woodstock '99
You
heard Jacob Dylan's dad used to be in a band or something.
You're
all into "the Tao" but still pronounce it wrong
Noam
Whosky?
You
believe anyone with dreadlocks is automatically cool and won't
rip you off
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