Fleet Foxes are so awesome except for the part where they ran off with Chris Robinson's dowery.
I resent and apologize for that hat. I also can't claim to own any topaz, turquoise, rings of any sort, necklaces, dreamcatchers, peacock feathers, ponytail holders, or any of the other tchotchkes you might find in the pandora's box that is Robinson's dowery. On that tip though, isn't it rad that "hippies" nowadays define themselves by how many weird items they own / can wear at one time and not by any actual ideology? That it's just a veiled version of rampant consumerism with no meaning?
The hat, however, is inexcusable and will be burned.
Ah, man. Way to take the fun out of being a jerk.
Kill me with kindness why dontcha.
"skiddish"?
Yes. It's a portmanteau of skittish and yiddish.
Here's another portmanteau for ya: stupidiotic.
That wasn't a very galiant thing to say.
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