Rasputin was a damn dirty hippie
I’m working up in Berkeley for a few days and I saw this today on my way back from lunch. Berkeley is about as “me” as going to bible camp would be. We just don’t mesh. At all. So I find myself mumbling “damn dirty hippies” far too much and wanting to firebomb every Prius I see on the road until I can get back to the relative safety of the other side of the bay.
Oh, and why is Rasputin’s shirt covered in sperm? I bet it’s a dirty hippie thing I just wouldn’t understand…
I'm working up in Berkeley for a few days and I saw this today on my way back from lunch. Berkeley is about as "me" as going to bible camp would be. We just don't mesh. At all. So I find myself mumbling "damn dirty hippies" far too much and wanting to firebomb every Prius I see on the road until I can get back to the relative safety of the other side of the bay.
Oh, and why is Rasputin's shirt covered in sperm? I bet it's a dirty hippie thing I just wouldn't understand...
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