It was clear to him that I wasn't a hippie and we became friends. I found that he was named Oliver and he had lived out in the woods for 20 years looking out for hippies.
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| I hear there's a protest at the White House. Something about no abortion. This is hippie business... | |
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| 'Course I am. Look, I eat chicken eggs all the time. So how is a fetus any different then a chicken egg? | |
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| I'm not sure if comparing a fetus to a chicken egg is a valid way to argue pro abortion. | |
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| Anyways, I'm taking extra precautions. For all you know, that fetus could grow up to be a hippie. | |
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