i just saw neurosis. holy shit, that band is so good.
yesterday, i went to some hot springs with a ben, niles and joel... what became the thanksgiving day men's retreat 2006.
it was freezing. here's the dudes starting the short hike to the springs...
here's my ass. peeing.
here's a sign we made sure not to miss.
here's ben's ass.
here's joel.
here's niles.
at this point in the trip, i quit taking pictures, as a giant caravan of hippies and their obnoxious kids showed up, got naked (including the kids) and started invading our personal space, splashing, and generally harshing all the hot-spring mellow we had gone there for.
now don't me wrong. i'm all for nature and all that hippy shit. but you don't let your 3 year old get naked, hop into a pool with naked old men and visibly aggravated twenty-somethings and just let them clamber, naked, all over naked strangers. that's just weird, and bad parenting. if i was a pedophile, i'd make sure to go to clothing-optional hot springs, because apparently that's a hot spot for naked, free-loving children. gross. until yesterday, i had never minded hippies and even considered myself one. now i'm pretty sure that i'm just a jerk.
anyway, then we came home and ben and i went to this girl's house who just happened to have all kinds of vegan thanksgiving deliciousness sitting around. so i still got to feast thoroughly on thanksgiving, despite near-hippie-homocide at the hot springs.
i finished this the other day. yaaay.
yesterday, i went to some hot springs with a ben, niles and joel... what became the thanksgiving day men's retreat 2006.
it was freezing. here's the dudes starting the short hike to the springs...
here's my ass. peeing.
here's a sign we made sure not to miss.
here's ben's ass.
here's joel.
here's niles.
at this point in the trip, i quit taking pictures, as a giant caravan of hippies and their obnoxious kids showed up, got naked (including the kids) and started invading our personal space, splashing, and generally harshing all the hot-spring mellow we had gone there for.
now don't me wrong. i'm all for nature and all that hippy shit. but you don't let your 3 year old get naked, hop into a pool with naked old men and visibly aggravated twenty-somethings and just let them clamber, naked, all over naked strangers. that's just weird, and bad parenting. if i was a pedophile, i'd make sure to go to clothing-optional hot springs, because apparently that's a hot spot for naked, free-loving children. gross. until yesterday, i had never minded hippies and even considered myself one. now i'm pretty sure that i'm just a jerk.
anyway, then we came home and ben and i went to this girl's house who just happened to have all kinds of vegan thanksgiving deliciousness sitting around. so i still got to feast thoroughly on thanksgiving, despite near-hippie-homocide at the hot springs.
i finished this the other day. yaaay.
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Yeah i am a hippie....but not that kind. Someone said the other day that people like you and I should be called greenies not hippies. I think thats a good idea.
Hippies scare me. Hippie children especially scare me. Man, psychotic killers must love them all and their happy, happy trusting. Me? cynical? nah!
Nice ink work, I like the silverchair lyrics.